THE SURGERY CHRONICLES, PT 8: CHANGES IN LATITUDE, CHANGES IN ATTITUDE
I’m free to do what I want, any old time.
- Rolling Stones
Well, not exactly. Not right now, anyway.
I just ventured out of the house for the first time since returning home from the hospital. I am not counting yesterday’s emergency trip to the doctor’s office, because it was a necessary evil and therefore doesn’t qualify as an excursion.
Tonight I got a brief taste of freedom (Cold Stone Creamery), and it was delicious. But then it wasn’t. Pain meds and ice cream do not mix well, FYI. Such a shame.
Now, I know what you’re thinking:
“Ice cream certainly won’t help her back. She should have gone out for a carrot instead.”
…to which I respond:
“Listen up, imaginary friends and voices. It is still 2007. My post-surgery mantra is Lose Weight in ’08, so back off. It is the holiday season after all.”
Considering that one week ago at this very moment I was lying in a hospital bed, and tonight I was able to get in a car and go on a short field trip, I am pretty happy with the progress of my recovery.
I was going to end this entry with another song quote, but George Michael (“Freedom”) and Michael McDonald (“Sweet Freedom”) were the only two that came to mind, and I just couldn’t go there. And in case you’re wondering, the title of this post refers to a Jimmy Buffett tune of the same name. I’m not a Parrot Head (or a Dead Head or Phish Head for that matter), but I love music and can appreciate that kind of dedication to an artist or band.