My cat bites me when I cry. It turns out it’s a really fantastic trait. She’s really aggressive about it – there I am wallowing on the floor in a sea of self-pity, wailing away, and Spook will come tearing across the room yowling, in for the bite. She’s so determined about it, she really won’t stop until I stop crying. There she is, gnawing on me, and I cannot help but laugh. Instead of wallowing, I am on the floor laughing and laughing. She gives what I imagine to be a satisfied huff and curls up to be petted.
I always thought that if I went to prison I would use it as an opportunity to attain enlightenment. It was an idle fantasy, both an excuse for not meditating (while not in prison), and an enduring faith that I would always make the best of any given situation. Well, if this isn’t an opportunity to test that faith, nothing is. I am in a prison. A prison of a body that will not function, that hurts, and that confines me to a wheelchair.
And I have been meditating. Not as much as I had thought I would, but it has brought me a modicum of comfort as well as some insights. I am finally coming to understand why Buddhist teachers emphasize being in the present moment. Thich Nhat Hanh said that if you are in the present moment you are free, and I am beginning to see why. In each present moment I am often doing fine, even enjoying myself. I am enjoying doing situps. I am enjoying looking at the purple flowers of the tree. I am enjoying chatting on the phone to my friend. I am enjoying meeting my student. If you add all of those moments together, it is an enjoyable life. Even if my foot hurts and my wrists don’t work. It is only when my consciousness strays to the future that I suffer. That I worry about my work; I worry about how my husband will hold up doing all of the cooking; I worry that I will never kayak again. Right now I am free. Writing this blog.
I have been indulging my geeky side by tracking all of my tendonitis symptoms. This is the one for my wrists. Each day I color code the level of pain, then circle the pain region on my wrist with the same color. Like I said, it’s very Geeky. The tracking, the graphs, and the color coding make me happy. The fact that the pain just seems to keep going up and down does not.
This has been a week of a little too much despair for my taste, but what I want to write about is absurdity. Yesterday I had an eight hour day at work. I had to back to back meetings with students, then had to teach from 4 PM to 8 PM. By the third student, my surgery foot was throbbing. It was blowing up like a balloon, hot and prickling. While meeting with the student, I had to take my boot off and put my foot up on the desk. She appropriately marveled at my sausage toes. It got bad enough that I had to lie down on my office floor and send my student for an ice pack. There I was, lying on the floor, my foot propped on my wheelchair on a bag of ice, with sausage toes, and my chair walked in. She took one look at me, and we both laughed. She went on a mission for more ice, and my student returned to wheelchair me down to class, where I taught with my foot on an ice bag for four hours. There was a circular path around the room and they wheeled my wheelchair round and round to check their work. I am fortunate for such open-minded students, and caring colleagues.
Last few days have been very rough. My surgery foot has decided to blow up. Now when I walk on it there’s a sharp stabbing pain, and it keeps getting swollen. It turns a very odd color of purple, and when I put it under the shower it turns back white. Playing with my blood vessels. In any case, right now I can’t walk at all despite the fact that I’m two months after surgery. I feel very trapped. It’s crazy to me that I have not driven for two months. The little bit of freedom that I had when my feet were starting to work seems gone. But – there is a cure for this. Pull on the kneepads and dance on the living room floor to Lady Gaga at top volume. Somehow Lady Gaga has become my patron saint of healing
I was diagnosed with Achilles tendinosis on both feet three years ago. I tried many different treatments, including physical therapy, shockwave therapy, resting, taping, massage, and acupuncture. As you’ve probably guessed, none of them worked. My right foot was especially recalcitrant. Then, about a year and a half ago, I tore a ligament in my left wrist. It seemed to heal okay, although it took a long time. Then, about six months ago the pain in my left wrist came back. Since then, I’ve had an accumulation of tendon injuries. I finally had surgery on my right foot in December 2017. Right around that time, my left foot started hurting again and my right wrist developed tendinitis. None of those things have resolved. Yup, it sucks. But I also had a lot of absurdity and laughter along the way. I wanted to start a blog a long time ago, but I guess it just took things getting truly absurd for me to do it.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton