Just Got My Bill

Just got my bill,
From my bad spill.
For five days,
In the hospital.

Just got my bill,
For surgeon’s skill.
He fixed me with,
A plate of steel.

Just got my bill,
For every pill.
For all the pain,
They helped to kill.

Just got my bill,
And what a thrill.
I live in Sweden,
So it’s no big deal.

(Ambulance, intravenous morphine, ER care, CT scan, x-rays, reconstructive surgery, ultrasound, four nights round-the-clock care in the orthopedic unit, oxycontin and morphine tablets, and three meals a day, = ~$118)

Don’t Come Yet (Christopher’s Song)

(I was reminded today of this lyric that I wrote when I was 19 years old, and expecting my first child. I used to play it to him often when he was in his mother’s stomach. After he was born, and even up to the time he was ten or so, he would curl up into a fetal position on his bed when I played it.)

Don’t come yet, I haven’t made the world, into what it should be,
Don’t come yet, there’s still some problems in this world,
I don’t want you to see,
There’s still a lot of lies and hate, it’s gonna take some time to change it,
Don’t come yet I haven’t made the world, into what it should be,

Don’t come yet, I haven’t had the time, to make the world a better place,
Don’t come yet, there’s still some problems in this world,
I don’t want you to face,
But I guess there’s nothing I can say,
You’re already on your way,
But don’t worry, I guess it’s for the better,
We’ll change the world,
Together.

NUDITY

tunickinstallationphotography10Nudity, oh nudity,
Shunned due to practicality,
But I can’t help wonder if we,
Could gain by losing our false modesty,
If then, and only then, we’d see,
A oneness and a unity,
Of course we’d see a little more, 😉
But more than that we’d see the core,
Of what we are,
Were meant to be,
A vision of humanity,
Naturally and beautifully,
Alive in our diversity,
Not afraid of our own nudity.

Ennui: a little light self-pity

I haven’t done a ‘Word of the Day’ analysis/discussion for a very long time, so I won’t bother labeling this as a ‘WOTD.’ Ennui is a great word, though, because it describes my situation so perfectly. It’s defined as a “feeling of listlessness and general dissatisfaction resulting from lack of activity or excitement.” Yeah, tell me about it.

I broke my knee a couple of weeks ago, had to have it surgically reconstructed, and spent five days in the hospital. Now I’m home, basically a couch-bound cripple. I can move about with the help of a walker, so I can get myself to and from the bathroom and kitchen, but everything just takes a lot more time. I no longer have access to the upstairs area, so I have to have clothing and other things brought to me from the bedroom upstairs. However, once I have them, I can dress myself without any help. I can shower without any help, but I have to sit down, as I’m forbidden from putting any weight at all on my knee for at least six weeks.

I was given a nice little stash of strong painkilling and mind-numbing opiates when I left the hospital, but I stopped using them after the first week. Right now I’m coping using only paracetamol/acetaminophen. The knee hurts but it’s tolerable, and to tell the truth I sort of like the pain. It’s distracting.

The worst thing about recovering from this kind of injury is the all-consuming boredom that sets in after a little while. One does what one can to occupy the mind. I’ve got a huge library of films and TV shows at my disposal, and I’ve got my Kindle loaded with hundreds of books, and I’ve got a brand new laptop computer, upon which I’m typing this update.

All this has helped. However, I still crave sensation, stimulation, challenge, stress, and not the kind of stress that results from not having any of the previous things.

The ennui of recovery.
A lack of all activity.
Try not to think,
About the things,
You want to do,
But cannot be.
Try not to think,
About yourself.
Just embrace,
The lethargy.
Try not to care,
And be aware,
That all you’ll get,
Is sympathy.
The one thing,
That can save you
From this ennui,
Is apathy.

Roses are Red (Shakespearian version)

(inspired by M’Lady Gwenyth….. 😉  )

Those fragrant blossoms red that are the same though they may go by any other name,
E’en indeed those enchanting violets blue, yea verily, I include them too,
That dextrous sugar, of questionable fame, which can hide poison in evil’s game,
Forsooth, anon, this much is true, none of these things compares to you.