really screwed and a couple of nuts
January 6, 2010 § 25 Comments
Thanks sweet Marty for helping me jump-start one of the better parts of my cancer nightmare, my blog.
It wasn’t that I lacked for ideas. It wasn’t that I just couldn’t write.
I’ve been in the hospital for over a week chasing debilitating pain and it’s kissin’ cousin the painkiller. Add to that a few hundred “NO SHIT!” moments and any real writer would have blogs, books, calendars and possibly a screenplay under contract.
Not me. A week of all this pain and attention and not a line of copy to show for it.
I’ll be up front, lack of content was not the biggest culprit here.
It’s been a hot house of fantastic material; A great staff, endless and wonderful visits from friends and family and just enough boxes of kleenex to cover the “aha”, “oh no” and “oy vey” moments.
I met Republicans in the Emergency Room who were afraid of affordable healthcare.
Learned that the cyber knife fitting involved making a mask and I use to love making masks!
When a chat with friends turned to stool softeners, a perfect pair of BIDMC socks showed up courtesy of Hospital CEO Paul Levy.
I knew my stories would have to flow, but when?
The real problem, was that when I went to type, nothing looked like English. Here’s an example of an email I sent to a friend:so gla dyou are with kil and had fun. Seems the irls had jsu as much fn! promise you must do this 2# per year with forgive the typos – more about taht in pereson – nothing comes out riklt. Was admitted tp the hositil this afternooon anf will stay through procudure – hopefully leave riday. marty is snooozing near me, frannie is with her anties and in auntie paradises and samw paime reliwf has instilled my a good hekping og =opitimidim too tired to wrtie more tomorroem xoxox
A number of days ago Marty sent around the email you will see below. That said, there may be very little here that is actually newsworthy to any of you. Call it plagiarism, I prefer creative collaboration. Marty was Copy Writer. I was the Art Director.
There’s more coming. I promise, but first a note of deep thanks and gratitude for those who have sent love and prayers and food and flowers and wishes and warmth. In this dreadful situation you have been a blessing to me and my family.
Marilyn had a very rough night, perhaps 2 2-hour bouts of sleep, and the rest of the time unremitting pain and the impossible task of finding any kind of comfortable position. I spent much of the night rubbing her back.
Dr. Kasper the neurosurgeon came by and removed the dressing to reveal a long row sutures, but it feels better having the dressing off, which was pulling.
Marilyn said to Dr. Kasper that in addition to it hurting where the incision was, that it also hurt on the top and sides of her head. He said something like, “of course, we had to put your head in a vice like clamp and screw your head to the operating table with three screws to make sure that it did not move at all during the procedure”.
(Art Directors note: An image previously selected for comic relief and dramatic impact was pulled from this post, as it accomplished neither. )
Marilyn’s been seen by at least 4 MDs this AM, who seem to be taking the pain issue seriously, and will be switching her to patient controlled administration and letting her take more morphine than what she has currently been receiving, which has been inadequate. They will try to get on top of the pain in the next few hours. Frannie brought in a monkey to act as surrogate for her sick mom. Marilyn attached the patient controlled administration device to the monkey . Until they find a long lasting med Marilyn can tolerate, Marilyn has her morphine Monkey.
Momo is very much herself as the surgical procedure has left her sense of humor intact.
Marilyn is up for adult visits (no kids except Frannie). Probably best to call first to confirm. She isn’t looking her best, may hopefully be sleeping though she hasn’t been comfortable enough yet.
Happy New Years all.