rescues everything from time."
-Alan Moore Jerusalem
RecoveryIt's a word that can refer to a lot of different things.
|Diana doesn't usually sit still for pictures.|
|Quiet morning drinking tea with the cats.|
There was talk of postponing the surgery until summer, but I didn't want to spend my summer, the time of craft shows and family vacation, recovering from surgery. I pulled out one of my pay stubs to check my sick day balance and I had sixty-seven unused sick days. In my school system, we are allotted ten sick days per year, one per month of work. I donated several to a co-worker last year who had a medical emergency and I took six weeks when my daughter was born almost seventeen years ago, but I hardly ever take time off when I'm ill. When you're a teacher, it's usually easier to just fight whatever you're feeling and drag yourself into work than come up with sub plans. When you have a sub, you never know what's going to happen. Frequently, you return to your class being a complete wreck, a messy pile of incomplete work on your desk, and a lost day of instruction. Fortunately, there was a long-term sub available who was certified in History who was able to take over for me. It's funny, he's one of my former students from the very beginning of my teaching career. He came to debrief me last evening and told me that it was my class that helped to spark his interest in History...little did I know that one day, he would allow me to take the time I needed to recover free from worry about what was going on in my classes.
When I told my students that I was going to have surgery, one of my kids (I call my students my kids) asked if I could die. I was honest, I told her yes. I also said that I could die driving home that day or walking across the street. Surgery is indeed frightening. You put your life in the hands of other people, that's the ultimate act of trust. My mom almost died of complications from her hysterectomy when I was a teenager and so, yes, that was in the back of my mind when I went into the hospital.
You lose any sense of modesty you may have in a hospital...I must admit, it was fun discussing my tattoos with my nurses when they were hooking me up to my IV and wiring me up with pads to monitor my heart during the operation. When my surgeon showed up to perform my operation in a Incredible Hulk tee shirt and a Superman surgical cap, so I knew I was in good hands. The nurse who wheeled me into surgery commented that I had Yoda tattoo and pointed it out to the surgeon when he came into the operating room. He commented, "Yeah, it's like I was destined to be her doctor." And, that's all I remember. Those tricky anesthesiologists don't give you a head's up when they're giving you the drugs, you just...go out.
|By bandage from my pre-op bloodwork, taken about a week before surgery|
Of course, I wanted to take photos as much as I could while I was in the hospital, but my camera is heavy. I bought a used iPhone for my photography class that I teach at JMU, it's not activated and so, I wasn't worried about anything happening to it. I used it to snap pictures when I could.
|I adore Caitlin Moran|
I found this book to be funny (worth laughing, even though it hurt) and insightful.
I took this picture of her chickens when I was working on the pieces for my Augusta show. It reminded me so much of Aunt Peggy and Uncle Irvin, I gave them a copy. I call it, Sentinel.