Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
–A. A. Milne

Friday, June 27, 2014

A Year in Body Version 63.0

Safely under the watch of Guard Lamb.
Time. Scientifically, it doesn’t change. But it seems so variable, as in how can my sons be married, thriving adults, when there were interminable minutes when they were children? A year ago yesterday I became paralyzed several hours after surgery to fuse my cervical spine. I underwent a second surgery to drain a large hematoma that was pressing on my spinal cord. The anticipated three-to-five day hospital stay stretched to twenty-three days. Neither those days nor the year since passed comically fast or quicksand slowly. They weren't gone in a flash or interminably everlasting. It was a bumpy lumpy trail whose signposts I didn’t even recognize, let alone know how to interpret.