I had surgery last week.
I won’t discuss the details here – I’ll only say that it was necessary, that it is done and I am now on the slow road to recovery.
So that’s why I’ve been quiet on the blog front, so to speak. Why I’ve not been able to respond and comment as much as usual. Though I am catching up on my reading and trashy TV, two of the joys of convalescence.
And I am grateful. That I was able to have the surgery when it needed to be done. For the love and support of family and friends. And for the fact that I’ve made it through to the other side.
For I was worried that I might come back from this surgery changed. That when they put the needle in my hand and sent me to that dark place without dreams, I could have lost the thread that spins out stories. An absolutely unfounded concern, as it turns out, but nonetheless part of my pre-op nerves.
Because the words are coming back. Normal blogging services to resume shortly 🙂
Helen Glynn Jones 
Glad everything went well and you are back on the road to recovery!!!!
Thank you xx
Get well soon, enjoy the reading time.
Thanks Barbara! I’m making the most of it 🙂
Glad to hear all went well Helen. I’m sure there is a piece of flash fiction in this post.
Keep resting.
Ha ha, thanks Hugh – will do 🙂
Glad to hear that you got the care that you needed. Get all the rest you can, and hope to hear that you’re feeling better soon.
Thank you 🙂 I’m not much of a one for sitting around but am getting used to it!
It takes some getting used to. I feel you on that one.
I used to be terrified that I would die if I went under anesthesia. I think induced unconsciousness is a very reasonable thing for humans to fear in general, because we were evolved to survive. I can really empathize, even though like you say the fear isn’t going to happen. You’re still asking yourself to surrender, which takes great courage. So glad you’re okay and recovering well. Hugs to you. 🙂
Thanks so much Eilis, I’m feeling better every day 🙂 And you’re right, it’s the surrender that’s so frightening – the hardest part is just when they put the needle in. Hmm, there’s a poem or a story in that, I’m sure. I hope you’re enjoying your time in Ireland as well, that the land is speaking to you of your roots. My family are Welsh and whenever I am in Wales I feel as though I’m home xx
I’m late in reading this, so for all I know you’re fully recovered now, but I’ll be thinking of you anyway.
Thanks Ellen – I am through the other side and much better, thank you. Still not 100% but getting there every day 🙂
Good news.