A Bear of Very Little Brain
You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. - Christopher Robin to Pooh
This morning as I was getting ready to go to the eye doctor I heard a commotion which I thought was coming from my next door neighbors or the hallway. I continued to go about my business ready myself to leave my home and I went into the living room to retreive something.
There to my surprise was my cat Sylvester tangled up in duct tape. I used the tape to repair one of my chairs and somehow Sylvester in his curiousity had managed to get the duct tape off the chair and onto himself. The struggle I heard was Sylvester trying to remove the duct tape. By the time I came into the living room he had stopped struggling and just looked at me completely overwhelmed with , "Please help" written all over this little Black & White face. Of course I immediately freed him but perhaps he was so tired from fighting with the tape or just so grateful he continued to sit there a while in a complete daze. However after a few minutes he was back to his frisky self.
I told that story to say that while at the Retina Spec. I received some news that I did not want to hear.
I was in a kind of shock. This is not really happening to me. Maybe if I just go back to bed and wake up again it will all be a bad dream. Not true. I look at the papers for the surgery that I will have at the end of this month and I too like Sylvester am overwhelmed, shocked in a stupor a daze waiting for someone anyone to "unstuck me".
I try to play off bad news with sleep, humour, (maybe I'll be like Geordi LaForge on Star Trek and they'll have special glasses for me), then I realize this is not funny, I'm alone and nobody is coming to untangle me.
Jan. 28th is the day scheduled for the surgery.
Right now I feel like crying. Maybe I will.
This morning as I was getting ready to go to the eye doctor I heard a commotion which I thought was coming from my next door neighbors or the hallway. I continued to go about my business ready myself to leave my home and I went into the living room to retreive something.
There to my surprise was my cat Sylvester tangled up in duct tape. I used the tape to repair one of my chairs and somehow Sylvester in his curiousity had managed to get the duct tape off the chair and onto himself. The struggle I heard was Sylvester trying to remove the duct tape. By the time I came into the living room he had stopped struggling and just looked at me completely overwhelmed with , "Please help" written all over this little Black & White face. Of course I immediately freed him but perhaps he was so tired from fighting with the tape or just so grateful he continued to sit there a while in a complete daze. However after a few minutes he was back to his frisky self.
I told that story to say that while at the Retina Spec. I received some news that I did not want to hear.
I was in a kind of shock. This is not really happening to me. Maybe if I just go back to bed and wake up again it will all be a bad dream. Not true. I look at the papers for the surgery that I will have at the end of this month and I too like Sylvester am overwhelmed, shocked in a stupor a daze waiting for someone anyone to "unstuck me".
I try to play off bad news with sleep, humour, (maybe I'll be like Geordi LaForge on Star Trek and they'll have special glasses for me), then I realize this is not funny, I'm alone and nobody is coming to untangle me.
Jan. 28th is the day scheduled for the surgery.
Right now I feel like crying. Maybe I will.
Sister DeBorah,
Sometimes I laugh when I hear not so good news too in order to keep from crying, but on yesterday I laughed and cried. I can't say that crying helped my situation, but I sure felt better afterwards. Cry if you have to but when you're done --- do what you need to do for yourself. Take care and I hope Sylvester isn't traumatized from the duck tape ordeal. (((Hugs)))