Ana muses about being grateful.
As the post-surgery pain meds filter from my body, the creative cells of my brain are reawakening. I have been blessed with (and worked hard to sustain) a physical body that has not needed much medical intervention.
Now for the second time in less than twelve months, I have had to have surgery. Like all cycles in life, I look for meaning and opportunity.
It has been interesting to have to accept that I need help. Apparently this is something I don't do enough. Forced to be one-handed for at least six weeks, I can't open a can or jar. I can't hook my bra. I tear toilet paper using my teeth.
My body chooses survival over creativity. Under stress, it focuses on breathing, on coping with pain
(how long until the next pain pill?), on seeking help that will allow it to get better.
Now that I am in the time heals phase, before the exercise through the pain phase, my mind wants to get back into writing.
I am grateful for good doctors, for modern techniques like cat scans and tommy-john surgical procedures. I am grateful for a caring family, an automatic shift car. Sunglasses. Blankets. Blogs.