In late September, I had brain surgery to relieve the hydrocephalus that was causing my problems. This, by the way, in the midst of a pandemic. I won't go into the gory details here but it was a success and after three weeks in the hospital and subsequently rehab, I was sent home to continue healing and to continue "remembering Perry'. This last expression was coined by my daughter who chronicled much of the saga and was inspired by our watching the wonderful Disney movie, "Finding Nemo".
When people ask me how I'm doing, I tell them that I nap a lot. If ever there was a good excuse for napping, recovering from brain surgery is surely on the list. And surviving a pandemic should be on it too. And let's add living in Vermont in winter when the days are cold and night falls early. We are pretty much locked up at home. The best I can do to feel like the extrovert that I am is to zoom with friends. I do get outdoors every day, often walking in the woods with Smooch, my trusty sidekick. I've been playing brain games on Lumosity. The rehab doc, who I saw a few weeks ago, told me that the first six months post brain surgery are the time when the most healing happens so we need to "throw everything at it". So I am exercising my brain and my body. And I'm napping and dreaming of the day when I'll be able to lounge in my camp tent and after my nap, I'll be able to have dinner with friends. Now those are sweet dreams.
There are some experiences in life that need no justification other than "I wanna!" Naps are one of those. They heal everything that can be healed and they reset days in ways that we are able to once again "leap into the breach!"
ReplyDeleteThanks again for sharing your journey, Perry. I love reading your blogs and sharing your life. Love, Barnes
How beautifully timed as we reflect on a tough year and many of us forge again into the lists of resolutions. Way too often resolutions are lofty, boring goals to modify behavior like losing weight and exercising more! While those are nice it seems more in line with our "changing times" to think about self-care and ways we can experience simple joy. I took a nap for the first time in a hundred years on New Year's Eve. Lying still in bed and meditating was as delicious at a cold glass of bubbly without the headache! Pdog, I am glad your blogging that is also a wonderful cathartic outlet for us extroverts. Much love to the journey with lots of naps along the way!
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