Sunday, January 14, 2018

The Guy on the Third Floor

“When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” – William Shakespeare

I’ve been home from the hospital for 8 days now and I have to confess this new year is getting old real fast.

While I’m trying to accept the fact that I’m a virtual prisoner in my own home, I took some solace in the fact that I was reasonably healthy.

I have a walker, a cane, and a grabber, a little mechanical claw that I use to pick up the mail and anything else that might be out of reach.

Going to the bathroom when you can’t bend your knees is a bit of a challenge—I’ll spare you the details—but I’m managing.

And it’s not like I have nothing to do with my time. I thought that I’d take advantage of my forced imprisonment by taking a run at my creative to-do list.

I’m working on my next book project, organizing my notes on an idea for a TV pilot, and reviewing the draft of a screenplay I finished last year.

And the weather has been so harsh lately that I figured I’m not missing much. If you’re going to be stuck in your apartment for weeks on end, it might as well be during the dead of winter.

But all that positive energy went straight to hell on Thursday when an apparent allergy attack turned into a full-on plague complete with a fever and hacking cough.

Slings and Arrows

I’ll be honest with you: this situation sucks monkey balls. I’m really depressed. I can’t work out, I can’t even go for a walk.

My poor sister is running around like a loon doing my shopping and picking up my laundry. Avoiding illness was one of the few things between me and full on lunacy.

I’ve been so crabby and negative in the last few days even I can’t believe it. All these awful memories and negative emotions have been ricocheting around my mind like buckshot in a blender.

I haven’t done any writing or reading in days. I just stretch out in bed, switch on NPR, and turn off my brain.

Things got a bit dicey on Friday when I seriously considered going to the doctor. Of course, I just can’t pick up and go, thanks to these leg braces I’ve been forced to wear.

First, I’d have to get down the stairs, then somehow get into a car—an action I haven’t quite figured out yet—get to the doctor, and then get back home.

And if the doctor writes me a prescription, that means I have to stop off at the drug store, get back into the car, and get home.

Apparently, there are doctors who actually do house calls, but I held off and today I’m feeling marginally better. But I’m still depressed.

Okay, I just got out of hospital, which is a breeding ground for disease. And I’m in a weakened state due to the surgery and thus open to all kinds of nasty germs.

But I was hoping for a break, as if the surgery and lengthy recovery period was enough grief for the moment. It sounds ridiculous now that I say it aloud. There are no guarantees in this life and expecting things to magically go your way only opens the door to a lot more heartache.

I’m going to give myself another day or two to feel better and then I’ll get back to work.

I hate being laid up, but I’m not going to give up.


Lora Gordon said...

Rob I'd give you a great big hug if I was there!!

Lora Gordon said...

Rob I'd give you a great big hug if I was there!!

Anonymous said...

I wish you well in the battle against the battalions!

Jim Dean

Bijoux said...

It's been a brutal winter, so yes, being stuck indoors isn't the worst thing, though getting sick is! Take it easy and don't berate yourself for the next few days!

Rob K said...

Thanks, Bijoux!

Rob K said...

@Jim Dean

Thanks so much!

Ron said...

Rob, with all you've been through I think you're doing very well at altering your perspective and seeing what it is that you have to be grateful for.

Just remember, in some of life's most challenging times comes the most growth and inspiration. Therefore, I have a feeling that you'll be creating your best work!

I have found that very often when I'm being forced to be still and just be...I see the BIGGER picture.

Take care, buddy. And know that I'm sharing much Reiki with you!

Donna said...

Hey Rob....I know EXACTLY what you’re going through. On Oct. 19th I had a total knee replacement. On November 10th I was put back in the hospital for a blood clot in my leg and several clots in my lungs. Then, I got a nasty head cold. My roommate ran errands and took care of me and dealt with all my cranky abuse. However.....there is light at the end of the tunnel. There is an end to your current condition and it’s not that far off. Try to remember all the things you’re blessed with. That really helped me ;) get well soon!!

Rob K said...

Hey, Ron, thank you so much for your support!

"Just remember, in some of life's most challenging times comes the most growth and inspiration. Therefore, I have a feeling that you'll be creating your best work!"

Gosh, those are words to live by! I'm going to keep this comment handy and refer to it when the going gets really tough.

Take care, buddy, and thanks for being in my corner!!

Rob K said...

@Donna and Lora:

Oh, shucks, I'm sorry I'm posting your lovely comments so late, but they somehow wound up in the spam file. I apologize and I thank you so much for your kindness and support.

Love out both! :)