Spring Cleaning – Dontchaloveit!!!
Actually, this title is probably more than a little deceiving. Now everyone thinks my house is getting super clean. Actually, I am cleaning out my desk and credenza drawers: a job and a half.
I did not have a blog for the month of March, as I took a bit of a fall resulting in a bruise on the left side of my had, a brain bleed, three broken ribs, and a broken sternum. The critical care team did their best and I'm recovering.
My recent MRI showed I have torn muscles in my back left shoulder: the same one I had surgery on for a torn rotator cuff a couple of years ago. Was this a waste of time? No. All the time spent in KUMC and LMH allowed me to think.
I’d never had a fall like this before. Not even last spring when I tripped over the garden hose. It had been one of those slow motion things which, praise God, did not allow me to land on my knees, which is a no-no for those with artificial knees.
I now get my 10 – 12 hours of sleep at night, plus a nap in the afternoon, I am finally able to do some deep thinking. For more fun, I decided to deep clean instead. Tackling the mess on my desk and credenza didn't cause my shoulder, chest, or ribs to hurt.
Have you found when you begin throwing old stuff away, you find pictures you can’t part with: quotes, jokes, or heavy thoughts which you might want to write on someday? So everything didn't get thrown out and the whole afternoon was wasted. Sigh. I missed my afternoon nap but the time wasn't wasted. Here's a photo showing the results.
The desk of L. K. Houk - found!
Another thing is I have a love/hate relationship with my brain now. Being from a family of people who have suffered traumatic brain injuries, I realize how serious a knock on the head is. Weeks later, I still forget names of dear, dear friends, who are right in front of me, and words that used to be mine, and dates, or days of the week. While I don’t find these serious ailments at all funny, I have to laugh at myself, because if I don’t, I might cry.
People are so nice about it though. One of my elderly (cough, cough) friends reassured me, “Just remember when you’re over the hill, you begin to pick up speed.” Or my Aunt Thelma, dearly loved and missed, would say, “Well, old age isn’t for sissies!”
As we look toward a beautiful Easter season, I hope you are well and able to stay up on two feet. Life somehow works better right side up.