Oh rats

Suddenly looked at the calendar and realized this isn’t Wednesday.  It’s Thursday — when I should have posted.  Which I suppose is appropriate:  I was going to post about time.  About what happens to it.  About where it goes.  About how sometimes the deadlines slip through your fingers.  And why?

This has been a rugged summer for me.  I’ve spent it arm and arm with the medical profession, with specialists in fields I’d never heard of before.  (And considering I teach medical coding and medical insurance reimbursement, you can imagine why I was a little surprised.)  Turns out I pushed my right leg/hip joint just a little too far, and I wound up with bursitis.  Trochanteric bursitis, which is to say the swollen, inflamed bursa was in my hip instead of my shoulder, which is where most sensible people get it.  Then you may be in pain but you can still walk!

So after a summer of doing my splendid imitation of a potted plant (and reading a lot) I am back trying to pick up the pieces of my life.  At the moment I’m still hampered by having to spend too much time in physical therapy, but my college quarter has started and I’m making my way up and down the corridors with the assistance of a rather elegant walking stick.  Haven’t quite worked out how to manage walking stick, rolling briefcase, keys, handbag, and anything else — pity you missed the exhibition of me today making my way with all my gear plus a cardigan, which it was a little too warm to wear by early afternoon.  After trying to hang it on rolling briefcase (no), hung around shoulders (no), slung over  handbag (no) — gave up and wrapped it around my hips, first-grader style.  At least that way it didn’t fall on the floor!  Mercifully none of my students were around for the show.

Time keeps slipping through my fingers.  Truly, truly meant to enter the Suzannah — know a couple of my blogmates are or were involved with that.  Still working on a synopsis at 11:30 p.m.  The deadline is 12:00 CDT, and although I’m EDT and thus have an extra hour I sadly realized it wasn’t going to happen.  Maybe the Emily next week.  Have to get real, I tell myself firmly.  Quit playing invalid and get with the program.

Does anyone else have this problem of picking up the pace when you’ve been off the wheel for a while?  The time has come (I tell myself firmly).  As Lewis Carroll put it, “The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things — of ships and sails and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.”

Maybe so.  Maybe so.  When I finally put my current contemporary WIP to bed (one week from now?  two weeks?) I’m starting work on a Regency, so that will be kings, sort of.  Cabbages I can’t promise.

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5 Responses

  1. it is super easy for time and things to get away from you. but sometimes, I think it’s good to let a few balls drop, allow yourself a bit of a breather and then climb back on that horse again.

  2. Beppie,

    I can totally understand the hip thing. I had arthritis so bad in my hip (from an injury as a child) that my hip was bone on bone. I couldn’t go to Walmart and walk around because I’d be hurting 15 min after I got there. I finally had hip surgery 6 years ago and have never regretted it.

    It took me a bit to get back into the swing of things after my surgery but you’ll bounce back when you are ready.

  3. Beppie- Hate hearing about the hip. I’ve had a pinched nerve low in my back and couldn’t walk. what a hassle. Although I would have loved to see the sweater tied ala first-grader style. LOL

    Sometimes, you can only do what you can do. and then, you have to let something go.

    Hope you get back in the swing (haha) of things soon.

  4. Well, Cyndi, I now know I have a pinched nerve, too — well, not tightly pinched, but sort of squashed. Cortisone shots on the schedule for next week. Then, Keri, I’ll be back up on that horse!

    They’ve jumped up the medication slightly, too, so I think I’m superwoman and, oh gosh oh golly, I’m trying it at work without the cane. Makes my progress down the halls a little less spectacular, but you win some and lose some . . .

    I’ll be back on schedule now, anyway.

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