Jun 8 2005
Damage
Home at 1 in the morning. They’ve put my arm in a cast because I can’t move my wrist. I’m afraid I can’t climb, cycle or drive for a while.
I feel like shit. Typing with one hand goes slow.
Jun 8 2005
Home at 1 in the morning. They’ve put my arm in a cast because I can’t move my wrist. I’m afraid I can’t climb, cycle or drive for a while.
I feel like shit. Typing with one hand goes slow.
Wednesday, 8 June, 2005 @ 15:27
Ach arme jij… wat een pech… hoop dat het snel hersteld!
Wednesday, 8 June, 2005 @ 16:25
*knuf* (dit is virtueel, dus doet het geen pijn)
Wednesday, 8 June, 2005 @ 21:46
I guess it COULD have been a lot worse. At least you have one hand free to take the pictures.
I hope you have a speedy recovery and are able to make the trip to Ottawa on the weekend for the Six Birthday BBQ.
Thursday, 9 June, 2005 @ 08:15
Yes, absolutely it could have been a lot worse: I could have been stuck changing his bags for the next forty years, or until he managed to starve himself or give himself an infection or whatever it is that people with high lesions bent on self-destruction do.
We discussed it in the ER.
Mark: “Would you help me?”
Alison: “I don’t know.” Long pause. “I can’t answer that question.”
Thursday, 9 June, 2005 @ 11:37
for better and for worse…
Thursday, 9 June, 2005 @ 13:07
Oh, Iíd help him with his catheter and dress him and spoonfeed him and inspect him for pressure sores ó thatís not the issue, I have no problem with that. Iíve done it for other people, professionally, and itís a very intimate relationship ó kind of like having a dance partner.
What I canít answer is whether Iíd help him self-destruct: whether Iíd hunt down barbituates for him and pull a plastic bag over his head. Or get him onto a balcony and heave him over the edge and jump after him. Or stop feeding him and make sure nobody else did either, and sit with him while he withered away and died of thirst. For instance.
Thursday, 9 June, 2005 @ 15:11
Jeee, it’s not even broken!
Thursday, 9 June, 2005 @ 18:53
And I am sooooo glad!
Saturday, 2 July, 2005 @ 17:41
Jemig, dat ziet er niet leuk uit! Je kijkt er ook niet leuk bij…deed het nog flink pijn? Ben je wel genoeg vertroetelt ? Of ging Alison gewoon weer de volgende dag naar haar werk? Jammer dat IK, je liefste zus (?) die deuren niet voor je kan open doen. En de vloer dweilen…