Thanks to everyone who’s asked about my stomach. It’s not quite 100 percent -- I still get twinges of discomfort -- but it feels much better. My appetite has more or less come back, and I cancelled my doctor’s appointment yesterday because the Nexium seems to be working. (The doc asked me to come back only if problems persisted despite the medicine.)
I’ve tried to take this as a reminder that I just can’t do everything and race around like a chicken with its head cut off. (Tangent: The other day, Chedwick wrote about expressions that we use even though they have no real connection to modern life -- how many of us have actually slaughtered a chicken?)
I am slowing down, taking it easy, getting back on the cushion. Breathing. Walking more slowly. To use an “I Love Lucy” metaphor, I’m reminding myself that as the conveyor belt passes, some chocolates are just going to have to fall off the end.
(Photo: Power lines in St. James, New York, Memorial Day 2008)
So glad you're feeling better! What a relief!
ReplyDeleteI kill chickens all the time, what are you talking about?!
ReplyDeleteGlad your tum-tum is better, you should have some chocolate milk in a happy-face tumbler and watch some Star Trek, that will make you feel better. What do the doctors know anyway?
I plucked some after someone else had slaughtered them - does that count?
ReplyDelete(yes, you do look at your meal with a different attitude afterwards)
glad to hear you're on the mend.
amen, brother! let those chocolates go!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're feeling better.
ReplyDeletei've plucked a chicken
ReplyDeleteits not a nice job
I've eaten chocolate.
ReplyDeleteBeats chicken-plucking any day! :-)