July 4th, 2006

Cut cuddle and be Cute

Counting? Who me?

Only six days till the appointment when I'm supposed to get the pins out. I still don't know for sure if that means I get to walk or not, but at least it means I will probably get to start moving my foot. Maybe it will mean I can take normal showers or baths instead of sticking my foot out of the tub and gingerly washing around the pins. If all of this talk about pins is making you squeamish, just remember, I have to feel them, you just have to hear about them. I have to say, going over bumps in the wheelchair is painful with those in. Not like the RSD doesn't make it painful, but the pins are a bit over the top.

Movement, when done properly, can help with RSD stuff too. It will be nice to get the muscles moving again, though I have no idea how long it will take to completely rehabilitate from the surgery. I know, I know, I should have asked more questions. But last week, when I talked to the doctor, I didn't get further than the words "blood clot" even when she said that she didn't think that's what it was.

In other news, I have one of *those* headaches. You know, the kind that make me wish that I was totally blind and didn't have to see light, and that make me very sick to my stomach... Yeah, I want this one to go away soon. Maybe the neck wrap will help... I'll try it in a little bit.

Hugs!
Nickie

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An All-American piece

I get a sense of pride when I actually recognize something that gets played on the local public classical station here. It's exciting to actually put "The Art of Listening" into practice. Today, I was listening to the station thinking that sounds twentieth-centuryish. Well, then I heard it, the part of Coapland's Appalachian Spring with "Simple Gifts". Are they playing the whole thing? Time will tell, i guess. But it's cool to actually get something right. What a great song to play on the 4th of July.

Cut cuddle and be Cute

Play The Sunset

We're watching Mr. Holland's Opus. In this movie, there's a girl learning to play the clarinet. She can't get past not being able to play. Mr. Holland asks her what she likes best about herself. She says she likes her hair because her father says it reminds him of the sunset. Mr. Holland tells her to play the sunset. My question, what if I stopped procrastinating my writing and wrote the sunset? What if I wrote from the heart first, then edited?