You guys. YOU GUYS. I can’t even begin to address the enormous outpouring of love and support you’ve been sending my way over the last few days. It’s really amazing. THANK YOU. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH. I have so many comments and emails to respond to, and it’s a little overwhelming, but I needed to tell you how much it all means to me. It isn’t why I started writing here again, but it means the world to me.
Things have been good here. Slow, silly, a little mad, but in a good way. As my leg grows increasingly useless, I’ve begun to imagine myself as the key figure in a ’70s pirate-sploitation flick. (I know, I know. But in my world, these things definitely DO exist.) I limp my way through the house, menacing my family, shouting “BEWARE, DEADLEG EYRE IS COMING FOR YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!” and generally threatening to keelhaul anyone who displeases me. That guy who just drove down our street at about 50 mph? KEELHAULING. The person in the Netherlands who tried to fraudulently charge $11.53 to our business Paypal? DOUBLE KEELHAULING. Is that even possible? Deadleg Eyre doesn’t even care, we’re giving it a try.
I should probably cut down on the keelhauling talk before the home nurse shows up. I don’t do so well with IVs— tiny, fussy veins and a bad experience with an overly- confident nurse- in- training— and threatening my medical professionals with obscure forms of pirate- murder is probably a terrible idea.
So- it’s strange here. And that’s good. We are not sure what will happen- will this treatment work? Will I get my leg back? Will the strength in my left hand return?- but we are retreating to our standard comfort behaviors, and they are working. For anyone in a similar place, those behaviors are:
- Make believe, usually somehow incorporating whatever is happening to our bodies
- Comfort food (braised cabbage in cream, Lebanese, fancy- schmancy ice cream, roasted vegetables, quinoa salads, AVOCADO EVERYTHING, all of the tea)
- Watching everything ever made that even vaguely relates to Sherlock Holmes
- Family nail- painting parties
- Board games
- Painting teeny tiny canvases
I want to make an enormous vat of borscht to take us through this, but that takes most of a day and I’m meant to be resting, so I think Sam might shake me if I take that on. Even the fierce pirate Deadleg Eyre can’t dispute that spending a full day making delicious soup isn’t really “resting”. That’s okay, though. There’s plenty of time for borscht once I’m done with IV therapy.
In the meantime, I have this guy watching over me…
… and I’m hopeful about things, and I have a plan for the next five days or so. And that’s all right.