A Thank You Note: 33 Weeks, 3 Days
I feel like a new woman…
If you or someone you know is suffering from a mundane, boring rut in life, offer this suggestion: Have them confined to a narrow bed, where they must lie on their back (or side), and refrain from using a toilet for exactly 34 hours. To ensure success in this, encourage them to eat as though another’s life depended on it and drink plenty of fluids. Make them hit a button so that they can audibly request that someone they barely know assist with the bed pan. After the 34 hours, allow them to return to utilizing a toilet, and a few hours later, offer the divine privilege of a shower. This will cause a lasting effect on the person and improve their outlook on life forever. Give it a try!
…just kidding, don’t. And that was just to be silly, not to conjure up any feelings of sorrow or woe for me. Instead, I wanted you to know that I feel rejuvenated and great today. Amidst my newly appreciated freedom and glee, I wanted to sincerely thank the many people who have contributed to my happiness over the last month. There are really too many to list, because I thank each and every one of you, just for reading, for commenting, for thinking about and praying for us.
I didn’t get the chance to mention the box of goodies that arrived with Brian on Sunday. It had been sent from my friends, sweet playgroup mamas, and included chocolates, cereal treats, magazines, cards with sweet notes, books to read, and yarn and patterns with special purposes. Elisa made a baguette that literally rivals those of Parisian boulangeries, I kid you not. There were candies, catalogues for perusing, crossword puzzles and shower gel. You gals are marvelous! THANK YOU.
There’s Brian’s mom, who has taken the laundry and the cleaning tasks of our house to a level well beyond what existed when I was on my feet and at my best! (I’m considering coming up with some reason to be on bedrest when I get home so that this won’t end…no. no. nevermind.) There’s his dad, who has helped with projects around our house including installing shelving in Sam’s room, and as always, comic relief. I thank my mom, who has made my hospital room feel like my college dorm room, with comforts like memory foam bath mats, banana nut bread, and a station of foot care products; for buying me clothes to make me feel normal. And to my dad, who has had to figure out the hard way what Harper’s “PD” is and made more trips to this room than anyone else. There are Cary and Woody, who have stepped in so gracefully, without the blink of an eye, in both caring for Harper and covering Brian’s classes. THANK YOU.
Thanks to the visitors, the food-bringers, the note-writers, the late-night phone callers and the movie-suggesters. To those who have written lists of people willing to be called on for help, and those who have awaited the phone calls. THANK YOU.
Thanks to the caretakers who lovingly empty bedpans and change sheets, flush IVs and patiently chase Sam around with the monitor and answer questions when I’m feeling nervous, and who understand when I cry and who say, “hang in there.” THANK YOU.
Thanks to the man who gets up in the middle of the night and drives to console me, and to the little girl who rearranges her nap schedule to include a long drive just to push a few elevator buttons, adjust the bed height, look for tiny babies through a window, and have her mama tell her for the bazillionth time that she can’t pick her up. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
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…and since I just accidentally wrote an Oscar acceptance speech, I’ll move on to another topic I had been considering writing about; the road to the red carpet.
I’m not really an Academy Awards geek, though I did have a professor in college who taught my film class and always invited students over for an Oscar party at his house. I guess I’m geeking out this year, given the lack of much else to do. If you want to geek out along with me, come right ahead. We can discuss things like Jean Dujardin’s amateur tap dancing in The Artist or what the heck Albert Nobbs is about… it might be fun.
Incase you missed it, here is an interesting way to view the nominees. Of the nominees for best picture, I have actually only seen The Help. Of those I haven’t, I am most interested in seeing Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, The Artist, and Midnight in Paris.
I have seen Bridesmaids twice, and I think it’s hilarious. It got a surprising nomination, given that it’s a comedy, for best original screenplay (Kristin Wiig wrote it) and also Megan McCarthy received a nomination for best supporting actress. She’s the one who makes the movie hilarious as opposed to just really funny, in my opinion.
We shall await the results in suspense. In the meantime, enjoy your showers and your trips to the bathroom! Or, if you’re going to leave behind such luxuries, do it; but do it while exploring the great wide wilderness, not while in a hospital…unless you have to, in which case, I will help you through it in any way I can.