Today is Thursday, January 10, and the time is 9:45 PM. I’m starting this entry in this matter-of-fact fashion just to prove to myself that is really is the time and day, and that I really am alive and writing this. The ‘alive’ part is crucial here…I did have some negative visions during the prep part of this last surgery: I always meditate and try to imagine a Life Force sweeping down in a dynamic electric blue cloud pulsing with energy. It’s a cosmic vision on that is a familiar one to me–I’ve cultivated it regularly for 35 years, and just the whisper of my mantra brings it on my vision screen.
These last few days have been quite different, however…more like a grey, soggy sponge that frames a gloomy seascape of the Breton coastline..no blue, only dark and drippy.
Now I believe that you are what your mind’s eye sees and reports to you, and THAT vision scared me! But I came out of the anesthesia smiling, and with a surging coastline of delphiniums, among which I was dancing! No shit!
It’s pretty difficult to dance when you have a cement ‘spacer’ filled with antibiotics in your hip. That’s the gift that Quick Draw left me…no hip joint, but a nifty little spacing device that will leave room for the new hip when — in 6 or 7 weeks — I will return to an Operating Room and we will begin the process all over again.
That’s more information than you probably wanted to know about Total Hip Replacement. But that’s what’s happening to me right now…an anomaly, right? (“Hey, Lady, I ain’t never seen one of these before!” “I’ve been replacing bifold doors for 35 years and I NEVER has this happen!” “It’s really rare that anyone would be quite as immobile as that after hip surgery.”
I came out of the surgery smiling, and I can still say that it only hurts when I move. There’s not much more to tell you at this point…because there’s not much more that I know. I am smiling, delighting in the taste of ginger ale, and taking orders for the subject of the Great American novel I am going to have plenty of time to write.