Sunday, November 19, 2006
8 MONTHS AND WHO KNOWS HOW MANY TO GO..............
My, how time flies when you're having fun.
I completely forgot that on Saturday I had clocked up 8 months since a certain interfering semi trailer had performed spontaneous skeletal ikebana on my sorry leather clad arse.
That's two thirds of the year gone and what have I got to show for it?
Some new scars?
Some new internal titanium jewellery?
Some relocated skin and muscle?
My new impersonation of Hopalong Cassidy?
Some new skills such as taking my own obs. or becoming adept at wielding a wheelchair on and off road?
A new found talent for cooking chickens on sticks over an open fire?
Or an entirely newly enlightened appreciation of road trauma and all that's associated with it?
Oh well, it's kept me off the streets eh.
And what am I doing the day after my 8 month anniversary?
Well, I'm recovering from a very painful and invasive operation that's what.
Just like this 19th day of the month, 8 months ago.
Seems like some things just don't change.
I can only hope that on the 19th of the next month I won't be in the same position.
In fact I hope that at that time I will be attempting to ambulate in the more traditional means, as was my wont before my life was turned inside out and upside down.
I would like to take this opportunity to offer up some advice for the great unwashed out there ( Just to clarify, I don't intend to apologise if this offends anyone ).
When you speak to someone who is clearly in a lot of pain and recovering from rather serious pelvic surgery, don't do the following:
Talk incessantly about yourself.
Talk incessantly about your relatively inferior "broken fingernail" surgery that you somehow think they might be interested in hearing about and seek their sympathy.
Invite them to take a ride on the back of a trike through the streets of Melbourne.
Talk incessantly about your money problems.
Talk incessantly about problems full stop.
Make bad jokes at their expense.
The person you are draining precious energy from is probably more concerned about their current pain level and thinking of ways in which to reduce it, even though they know there is not a hell of a lot they can do about it apart from chewing through the pain and discomfort.
.
I completely forgot that on Saturday I had clocked up 8 months since a certain interfering semi trailer had performed spontaneous skeletal ikebana on my sorry leather clad arse.
That's two thirds of the year gone and what have I got to show for it?
Some new scars?
Some new internal titanium jewellery?
Some relocated skin and muscle?
My new impersonation of Hopalong Cassidy?
Some new skills such as taking my own obs. or becoming adept at wielding a wheelchair on and off road?
A new found talent for cooking chickens on sticks over an open fire?
Or an entirely newly enlightened appreciation of road trauma and all that's associated with it?
Oh well, it's kept me off the streets eh.
And what am I doing the day after my 8 month anniversary?
Well, I'm recovering from a very painful and invasive operation that's what.
Just like this 19th day of the month, 8 months ago.
Seems like some things just don't change.
I can only hope that on the 19th of the next month I won't be in the same position.
In fact I hope that at that time I will be attempting to ambulate in the more traditional means, as was my wont before my life was turned inside out and upside down.
I would like to take this opportunity to offer up some advice for the great unwashed out there ( Just to clarify, I don't intend to apologise if this offends anyone ).
When you speak to someone who is clearly in a lot of pain and recovering from rather serious pelvic surgery, don't do the following:
Talk incessantly about yourself.
Talk incessantly about your relatively inferior "broken fingernail" surgery that you somehow think they might be interested in hearing about and seek their sympathy.
Invite them to take a ride on the back of a trike through the streets of Melbourne.
Talk incessantly about your money problems.
Talk incessantly about problems full stop.
Make bad jokes at their expense.
The person you are draining precious energy from is probably more concerned about their current pain level and thinking of ways in which to reduce it, even though they know there is not a hell of a lot they can do about it apart from chewing through the pain and discomfort.
.
