Right now…I want to talk to you. Just you. Just for a few moments.
Can you spare me that?
Right now…I’m snuggled up in a blanket, with a hot-water bottle on my slowly-healing tummy, feeling warm and a bit sleepy and a bit lazy. And a bit like I’d like a chat.
You’re not here, of course, and I’ve been finding myself TimeZoned out of all the loops I haven’t been medicated out of, the last (can’trememberhowmany) days. I had surgery on Friday and it went really well. They kept me in overnight because they’d taken so much out (seems fair to me – dinner, bed, breakfast and BIG PAIN MEDS in exchange for portions of my internals) and I had a bit of an adventure while I was there, which you might have already read about but it’s worth sharing again because it was fun:
From my hospital bed, I heard the lady across from me being told she has low blood pressure. I remembered hearing (WonderAunty helped me remember the specifics via text) that Lucozade and salty things are good at RAISING blood pressure. I passed on the info and the lady asked the dinner people, and the tea-and-coffee people, and the nurses, if there was any way of getting some salted crisps to help with blood pressure. There wasn’t.
But there WAS a vending machine a few floors down, and I was feeling adventurous (and have been told to keep moving so I don’t get DVT) so I checked with a nurse, got my shoes on, and took my hospital gown and bare little arse for a walk.
There WERE vending machines. There WERE salted crisps and Lucozade. And there WAS a nice kind man who changed a £2 coin for smaller ones so I wouldn’t lose change to the machine that said “No change given. No staff available to help”
Success – got them! And then, as I stood there, the machine whizzed and turned…and spat out £11!!!!
And yes, the lady across from me was very pleased to have salty crisps and Lucozade, and I shared my story with the others in my ward and we all agreed that sometimes, good happens when you do something good.
It was AWESOME. I’m glad I did it. AND her blood pressure went up (might not all have been down to me, but I feel I helped).
Since coming home, I’ve been experiencing my usual post-anaesthetic phase of extreme depression, and have been boosted forward, buoyed up, and checked in on by so, SO many lovely friends, all of whom had wonderfully positive things to say about this being a temporary thing worth getting through, and expressing confidence that I would find liveliness and light and brightshininess again on the other side.
Which I have, I think, for this evening at any rate.
Which brings me back to comfy, cosy, warm, and our little chat. Right now…
Heard of it? I can’t imagine you haven’t, unless your world has been taken up with the fabulous meeting of Trump and Kanye.
It’s absolutely and completely the opposite of comfy or cosy, and I very much suspect it’s nowhere close to warm.
It’s not looking forward to Christmas. It’s not wrapping presents or sending cards or counting sugarplums.
It’s not even laughing at McDonald’s cups and their unfortunate imagery this holiday season.
It’s harsh. It’s atrocious. People are being murdered and murdered and murdered.
It’s happening RIGHT NOW.
It’s probably more urgent than the Trump stuff and it needs us…needs YOU…to do something.
Because you CAN.
Because you’re not IN Aleppo.
There’s a petition to sign on Change.org, asking world leaders to step in, stop watching, and ACT to save lives.
My friend, I know you can, at the very least, open both links and share them on social media, even if you haven’t anything to donate, or the inclination to sign.
It’s all very well to sit all comfy-cosy and read and write.
This is a day to DO.
If you know any more things we can do to help, do share them in the comments, thank you xoxox