Normally in a post about fear I think I’d be writing about creative fears:
Fear of failure.
Fear of success.
Fear that makes you resist what you know you want more than anything.
Today, however, I’m dealing with a more visceral kind of fear:
Fear of dying.
That’s at its most extreme, granted. It’s also fear of pain. Fear of maiming.
Fear of something really bad happening.
I think this is a pretty “normal” kind of fear to have when one is about to go into surgery. Most people don’t like the idea of sharp instruments cutting them open, and other sharp instruments sewing things to bones and stuff, which is what is about to happen to my right knee in 2 hours and 20 minutes.
Can I just say, “Ack!”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Okay, I feel a little better now.
I’ve been wanting to share all the cool stuff that’s been going on with the Thriving Artists Project, but the inevitable enforced downtime that this knee surgery is going to, well, enforce on me, meant a lot of scrambling to tie up a lot of loose ends to allow myself some rest.
Rest? What’s that?
Apparently I need something like a dislocated knee to get me to rest for more than a few minutes at time.
So, I sit here with my tensed-up back and neck, waiting out the last few moments before I get picked up to go to the hospital, anxious and scared.
And at the same time, I have to admit, kinda looking forward to my little “break.”
For which, by the way, I’ve packed an entire grocery bag full of library books on happiness (research for my Guide to Happiness e-course); plus my ukulele; a knitting bag with a 15-year-old partially-finished sweater; several journals to write in; and a borrowed laptop.
Someone apparently doesn’t know the meaning of the word “rest.”
I have, however, also packed a few DVDs, and will have minions at my beck and call to fetch me more, should I desire to just be entertained.
It could happen.
So, dear readers, enjoy your weekend. I’ll do my best to enjoy mine (thank GOD for pain meds!)
And next week I promise to share the latest exciting news about the Thriving Artists Project, which is charging ahead at full speed!
Sunshine says
Holding the intention for you to have a smooth and safe as possible surgery. Wishing you healing and integration.
Melissa Dinwiddie says
Thanks Sunshine. Sending all good stuff right back your way. 🙂
Dorothy Heller says
Heal rapidly, rest deeply, get those minions to fetch and carry for their Queen, and say yes to drugs!
love,
Dorothy
Melissa Dinwiddie says
Thanks Dorothy! Percocet is definitely my friend right now. 🙂
Fiona Purdy says
Get well soon and have a kinda, speedy recovery – you haven’t forgotten that the Universe had to whop you upside your head to make you rest have you??
Melissa Dinwiddie says
Brilliant Fiona! Yep, it’s definitely good to listen when the Universe speaks softly and carries a big stick. Regular reminders of this are always good — thanks! 🙂
Kelvin Kao says
Hope you’ll be kicking again in no time!
Melissa Dinwiddie says
Thanks Kelvin! (Love your puppets!)
Christy Smith says
Thanks for sharing this with us! I agree that any kind of surgery makes me a bit queasy. Doctors, white coats, hospitals- ick! Wishing you a smooth and speedy recovery!
Melissa Dinwiddie says
Thanks Christy! 🙂
Dianne Poinski says
I was thinking of you last night. Sounds like things went smoothly. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, but enjoy the down time. I am excited about your upcoming projects. Can’t wait to hear about them!
Melissa Dinwiddie says
Thanks Dianne! The support and encouragement from readers is keeping me going through some really-no-fun pain right now! :} Thanks for taking the time to comment! xoxo