August 17th - OMG!!!!

It's been a while since I last wrote.  Just have not been in the mood for writting.  I was so involved with some old Sydney Sheldon book I found here - great to be reading again (especially since it is not baby books).

So the 'OMG' in the title is because I went down to the entrance to say goodbye to Mark & the girls and on my way back to the elevator, some lady in a wheelchair almost attacked me!  She would not let me pass and was shouting at me at how she wished she had just a cast on her legs like me.  She went on and on about how her whole body was broken and is now full of rods and plates keeping her together. She then started screaming at me!  Saying that she will never walk again and I will and it is not right.  I swear that if she could have jumped up she would have ripped my limbs off!!  Poor thing. But gee whiz - poor me!!!!

Anyway, the point is, it is  like I always say, there are pretty nice people and pretty horrible people, there are fat nice people and fat not so nice people, and apparently, some nice people in wheelchairs, and some nut cases!   The situation one is in, or the things that a person goes through, does not make a person nice or not.  The character is what it is, and seldom changes no matter what.

One thing that has amazed me is the support that I have had.  So many friends, old and new have called and come to visit.  It warms the heart to know that so many people think of me and care about me, Mark and the girls.  Thanks so much to each and every one of you!!!

The other night I sat on the balcony talking to this new guy that arrived. Some of the my fellow wheelers wondered why I was talking to him, as they already classified him as a junkie and not 'our kind'.  Anyway, we had an amazing conversation.  He is only 53, but looks much older. He tells me of his childhood growing up in Jaffa, where all the jews and arabs lived with each other.  They were neighbours with no problems at all.  He thinks it all changed when the mafia got involved in the community,cause that brought the police, which brought resentment that just snowballed.  He also seemed quite calm about his medical condition.  He has been in hospital for a month - op on his hips and leg.  He tells me that his troubles started 20 years ago and that this was his 7th op.  He calmly tells me that he told the doctors to take the leg off as it would be better for him.  He sees the shock on my face and explains that it is only a leg not a life.  He would still  see his grandkids and family and probably suffer less.  Kind of puts things in proportion.

I love my time with Mark and the kids.  On one hand I wait for the girls to come and on the other hand don't want them to come and see all these broken people. Today Eden spotted a man in a wheelchair with one leg. So of course she wants to know why he only has one leg.  I try and think quick so she wi ll not have nightmares about it.  I just tell her that he is going to get a new leg made of plastic and then he will be walking again like new.  I think, she kind of accepted it.  Kylee today was just not prepared to say goodbye to Ima. She just kept shouting that I must come with them.  Just stab my heart and twist it several times why don't you!   

I got Mark to bring me one of his sleeping t-shirts that he has worn a few times, just so I can have him near to me whenever I want! It makes a huge difference to me!!

The last few nights I have been taking half a sleeping pill and am not sure if I need it at all, but will continue until next week.  The good news is that I have an appointment next Thursday at the hospital for my leg and will try and squeeze the arm into the picture too.

Physio is good. I am using muscles I haven't used in a while and she pushes me, so that is good.  At OT, I had a session with the head of the department today. She thinks that I am doing well.  I think that the first criteria needed to get a job in this department is how big you can smile and make the color black look wonderful and bright!  Great ladies indeed!

The other night I find myself talking with Iris.  She is a nice lady, that is a bit closed.  But this night she opens up to me and we talk about the meaning of life and all and how one should never build walls around ourselves to protect us from whatever emotion we are afraid to feel.  We talk forever, and she thanks me so much for helping her.  I tell her that there is no such thing as coincedence and we were meant to meet and have this conversation.  I truely believe it.

What are the good things that have come out of this accident?

1. Mark is getting to spend some wonderful time with the kids without me interrupting!
2.  No housework
3. No shopping
4. No sitting in traffic
5.  i am catching up on all my reading
6. No racing and running from here to there
7. Visits from people I have not seen in ages
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Finally I was so touched by Eti's visit the other day and thank her for arranging new mazuzot for the house!