... slow, almost languid, full of pleasure. I can't begin to express how wonderful it is to be here, surrounded by the delights of the scenery and countryside, good friends old and new, conversations and laughter over delicious meals, and the sun that soaks into one's soul.
I am recuperating. My birthday 'present' to myself this year turned out to be an ambulance ride to the hospital, where I went through an emergency operation and spent two weeks in a mindless morphined-out fog, and then another two weeks at home sofa or bed-bound and pumped full of powerful antibiotics -- half an hour a day via a drip mind you. Made up for the last 20 or so years of having successfully avoided taking any drug stronger than a paracetamol. Am not going to go into any detail here and now, but I will one day if only as a warning to others to not ignore what might seem to be muscle sprains and aches ... they may turn out to be far more than they seem.
I have only just stopped limping and can finally turn my neck to the right without going "ouch". Progress. Rearranging my priorities as one would. Quality of life and health are now on the top of the list, BEFORE work.
Looking back, I'm only surprised that I didn't suffer a worse fate. I've spent the last year and a half on the move and stressing out over the various challenges thrown my way. Well, it's now time to sit back and just enjoy being where I am for a bit, I think. Appreciating life and being alive. And deeply appreciating family and friends, especially the ones who literally saved my life and now those who are inspiring me mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually. I'd forgotten how important others are to our lives. Am now having a wonderful time re-exploring. Cheers!
