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Slightly Overly Optimistic

I had my surgery on 1/19/11. I had planned on returning to work today, 1/25/11.  I tried, I really did, but I was overly optimistic about my condition so my boss told me I had to stay home and I called in the troops for reinforcement, apologizing for not being fit as a fiddle 6 days after having someone dig around in my neck and removing a rogue gland. This was the response I got from my friend, who really made me look at my unrealistic time line from a new perspective. It certainly made me laugh.. which hurt…but I’ll forgive her.

Oh My Dear Sharon!

The betrayal of one’s intentions by one’s body is always a distressing circumstance.  The injustice of it all!  That your body might require more than a single week to recover from major surgery is supremely disappointing to all of us who must now groan under the severe weight of holding down the fort in your absence. But, rest assured, we will persevere.  We will collect things!  We will take attendance! We will patrol bathrooms and root out romantic trysts behind the building! We will even deign to alphabetize if such extreme measures become necessary!  We can never replace you (being serious here…), but we can and will hold the pieces together with our bare, white-knuckled hands until you are able to return.

Whew.  Now that that’s out of my system, please do feel better soon  – it’s terribly dreary without you…

I felt ultimately better that all would be well and indeed, during this friends watch it was. However, just before sitting down to write this, and before tucking myself into bed feeling very tired and more than a little sore— more on that in a bit— I got an email that I’ll paraphrase:

Dear Sharon,

You weren’t there. My child had an unpleasant and unacceptable interaction with two other adolescent children and I’m unhappy about it. This can not occur again. [AGREED]  Please know that I’m unhappy that you weren’t there to handle this.


Sigh… this makes me feel bad. I know crud happens, but I like it when I’m there and it doesn’t happen. I really don’t like that a child had a bad experience and I want to make sure it doesn’t occur again.

Now being home for a day doesn’t feel as good as it did.

Oh – what I was talking about when I mentioned I’d get to that other thing up there^…

I was told to take my bandage off today. Really, the incision looks very good and the Dr. did a wonderful job on minimizing the wound. Still it’s a 2 inch cut and without the bandage to stabilize the area, and at this moment, I’m kinda dreading my choice to forego pain meds entirely.  So, off to bed with me and hopefully my optimism will be reinstated tomorrow along with the reduction of swelling, altercations and perhaps with the addition of some vodka.


I believe you make your own reality whether good or bad. Thus, my favorite saying is, "Say what you mean and mean what you say."

Well, Sharon, if you wanna know what I think....

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