Windchimes

home again

I'm here again, feeling slightly incapacitated, or maybe I should say decapitated...the scar on my neck looks like something from a horror movie. It doesn't show much when I wear a normal t-shirt, and I can hide it with scarves if I want to wear something else. Also, several people tell me it should fade to almost invisible soon as long as I keep it out of direct sunlight. I sure hope they're right. Every glimpse in the mirror depresses me.

Lots of crazy emotions to try to sort out, I don't know when. Doc says I'm going to feel tired and depressed for a good week or so. My surgery and my daughter's 21st birthday coincided...I suppose I could have asked them for a different date, but I wanted to have enough time to recover before classes start again.

I've been irritable and unreasonable all day long. There was a pile of dirty dishes in my untidy kitchen, didn't look like anyone was about to do anything about it, so I started putting the clean ones in the dishwasher away. Cliff saw me doing it, shooed me away and loaded the dirty ones.

All that experience in the nursing home kitchen may come in handy this week. Swallowing is still difficult, so ...food processor to the rescue. Puree plates. It's getting easier and easier though, maybe purees won't be necessary. Made for a good excuse to buy myself some cheesecake flavor pudding though.

Faith goes back to school tomorrow morning, her last year of high school. Her senior year.

It's been a crazy week.

J.H. Larrew
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