Thank you Chutzie...just what we need...validation as to who we STILL are & can be (almost) again:
1. Teaching (when I can return, hopefully in Aug/Sept if all heals well)
2. Rose gardening---only need to use flexion to tend to them--no extension needed, unless I drop a trowel behind me, ha!
3. Playing my piano--yes, hard to sit long, but hve been dusting off some shorter Mozart/Schubert pieces--maybe they had back problems too when they wrote them? :)
4. Reading--I have started "War & Peace" -- a new translation, much easier to follow & totally engrossing. With 1268 pages, if I read 3.5 per day, I'll be finished by my 1 year check-up next January. Imagine being able to say "I actually read "W & P"!
5. Our lovely granddaughter, EmmaBee (6 yrs) whom I haven't been with much lately---but she is a total joy & day-brightener. Thinking of her always lifts me up (even tho I can no longer lift HER up!)
6. Walking our beach (we live right on Lake Michigan, 75 feet from the water) or just lying in the sun, looking at the eternal majesty of the Lake...best medicine for those days when you need to clear the mind & feed the soul
And many other things, which I'll probably recall once i can stop the dilaudid/valuim combo---but I am thankful, also, for the partial relief they afford me, too.
This is a great thread! Blessings to you all today, may our pain be balanced by these passions, or at least diverted for awhile.
~Lakeside, enjoying the taste of Spring between the NE winds that keep re-appearing...but hey! The sun is out! :) Little things like that help, also!
i have been following this thread, too, with mixed emotions. anyone want to see an old man cry? when we lived in London, every friday night my wife and i would walk through hyde park and on into leicestger (pronounced "lester") square. we would grab a meal and wakl for more miles, enjoying hearing every language spoken on the earth. now i can't walk more than a hundred yards on a good day.
when we lived in outer Londoin, i built one of the largest "victory" gardens in the village where we live. i had veggies almost all year long. now i have trouble weeking two small flower beds.
when living in Germany, my wife and I would set off to Trier, Cologn, or - wherever. even went to auschwitz (don't ask - my wife said that i didn't talk for a week after). now i can hardly trust myself to drive and have problems sitting too long as a passenger.
in 1964 i went to la and fou9nd tin can beach (i understand it's defunct now). sex and dope and surfing. i was a very young man then. last year my son-in-law had to help me get out of the water on the alabama coast. i just could not pull myself up with the waves.
sorry to be so bleak. but i DO enjoy reading. Robbin Cook is one of my favorites, too. so is dean kuyntz and patricia cornwell. also enjoy ludlum.
my wife can't stand it, but i love the political process, too and enjoy argueing (in it's original, Greek, sence) politics. my wife calims that i am a strong liberal, but actually i consider myself and indipendent. sometimes i believe that "conservitive" answers will work and other times i believe that "liberal" answers will work. one day the people in this country will come to their sences and elect me king. then we'll really get things moving.
again, my wife doesn't approve, but i love argueing (same definition) religion. i'm jewish and for this sin was forced to read and translate the torah (first 5 bks of the Bible) from hebrew into english. it too me 4 or 5 years, if i remember correctly, with a rabbi at my shoulder saying "no, no, warren." i love the language of kj but it's not that accurate a translation. as you can see, i'm primed and ready. lol
i have also been very heavily involved with the masons for about 10 years. did a lot with the shriners to help crippled and burned children in mexico and texas. a lot of good teaching in masonry, if any mason wants to examine the extensive litterature.
and, of course, i love my wife, daughter, son-in-law, granddaught ers, and great grands. can't help it - the youngest great grandson is four yrs old, a handfull, asks questions ALL the time, and has a mouth on him..... he's wonderful.
didn't mean to submit such a long missive. a appologize for the first part of this - but i believe it shows that we are all complex personalities, a fusion of our pasts, presents, and futures.
chutz, as usual, i think that you nailed it. yes, i sorta miss the "heady" days of globe-hopping and of being treated as a VIP. when i became disabled, i had enough hilton points to buy a hotel and enough frequent flier miles to buy an airline (neitrher of which is a good investment now, anyway). when i said something at work, i had people all over the world paying attention. now i only sit, hurt, and watch. mostly though i miss the money.
but for these "trappings" i have learned that a person doesn't become less of a human being because he/she is in pain and takes pain meds. i have also learned that i can force myself to do things now even though they are difficult (like walking). in addition, i have found a group of people here who understand chronic pain 24/7/365.25.
i used to travel about 5 days out of every 7 when i was working. when i got home on fri night, my wife and i would usually go out for dinner and "catch up." we had sat together, then sun i was preapring to be gone for another week. now my wife and i are together all the time. sometimes this is a good thing, but it's always "interesting!" the more i'm with her the more i thank god for blessing me with this woman.
like most men (if you believe the statistics) i identified myself with my work. then i WAS in name and being "Director, so and so." when i couldn't work any more i had to find a new idenity. i guess that most of us have gone through it. at any rate, i now identify with being a husband, dad, grandfather, and great-grandfather. somehow, i think that this brings out more of the "good" in me than those "heady" days ever did. i am the same man, with the same education, experience, and background. our daughter just says that i have "mellowed" over the years.
the prophets say that a door never closes until another one opens. life as i knew it ended in 1990 when i fell down those stairs. but a new, different, life presented itself. i walked through the door. i have found a LOT of pain and a lot of love. instead of a carreer i have a life.