No one could say that useful trait of denial ever dodged my
family. I remember my sister’s starry-eyed rendition of “I Enjoy Being a Girl”
for her 7th grade talent show – in spite of her very modest vocal
skills.
Or maybe it’s
not denial, but cheery optimism that kept us plowing forward, regardless of the
multi-colored Vegas-sized warning signs along the way.
Years ago,
when my husband fell, tearing every bit of his quad muscle from his kneecap,
and breaking the other leg two weeks before our long-anticipated week at Cape
Cod, I saw no reason to cancel the trip. Sure we could go! The house
we’d rented was all one floor, after all. . . . How I envisioned our trips to
the beach I can’t recall, but we did end up canceling.
Tomorrow we
should be leaving for three days with our daughter and her family not far from
the National Seashore, in Eastham.
Except we’re not.
I spent last
Tuesday in the Emergency Room, clutching my stomach, never to feel fresh air
again until Friday afternoon.
Acute
Pancreatitis.
This made
little sense. I had spent that morning in my aerobics and strength-training
class, marching, reaching, waving weights about. Then home for lunch, and off
for my afternoon eye appointment. That was where things started to go south,
but I had company coming the next day and so soldiered on to the grocery store.
I barely made
it home. After My Guy and I determined it
But would you
believe – of course you would – that I was sure that I’d be in
travel-worthy shape by this week. I mean, all I was going to do was sit on the
beach. . .
here we are minding our own business doing all the things that are supposed to keep us healthy and strong and bam. I'm nursing a sore muscle from shoulder to elbow which I fear is a torn rotator cuff. haven't the foggiest notion of how it could have happened.
ReplyDeleteYou have all my sympathies.
ReplyDeleteMy eldest brother was ferried by ambulance to hospital a week before a planned overseas trip very recently. Until two days before the departure date (still in hospital) he was insisting that they would go. Sadly departure day went by with him still incarcerated in durance vile.
I hope your recovery is swift and you do get some beach (and family) time soon.
I'm glad you are on the mend. That really does sound scary! I wouldn't want to be too far from my doctor with that kind of recent history. Wow! :-0
ReplyDeleteI hope your recovery is rapid.
ReplyDeleteOh dear!! I don't really know what pancreatitis, but it doesn't sound like any fun at all! Clear liquid diet (that likely doesn't mean white wine, does it?) I'm sorry you're feeling poorly and I hope you recover quickly. Rotten timing. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteAnother delightful detail - any alcohol could bring it on again.
DeleteNow I have to know what brings on acute pancreatitis and what symptoms to look out for.
ReplyDeleteI do hope you feel much better by now and it doesn't return.
Not so much watching for symptoms as getting hit by a freight train when it arrives.
DeleteIt does seem that sometimes we set ourselves up for disaster--or rather, the Practical Joke department hears of our plans and thinks, "I don't think so..."
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're feeling better. Maybe next week for the beach.
One thing I noticed about ghastly events like this, or even less ghastly ones like bronchitis (which I slept through last winter), is the older I get, the more willing I am to just let the meds work, do what the doctors say, and sleep. Vacuuming can wait. We have enough dishes, and thank Gott for canned goods, and sleep.
Things can come upon us so suddenly, like my one kidney stone attack early last year. One minute I was fine and then ...
ReplyDeleteOh my yes.
DeleteI remember telling the nurse that this was worse than childbirth because at least in labor you got a respite in between contractions.
Oh, yikes! So sorry to hear you're going through this! I hope you feel better soon!
ReplyDeleteWow, that was a shocker. I am so glad you are recovering but still marvel at your optimism. I'd go but would predetermine where the nearest ER is just in case.
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