Dear Readers,
What are your associations with the word “Superwoman?”
Let’s see what Google Images thinks “Superwoman” means:
That’s the first image that came up in my search, and it lives here, in an online article named “I am not Superwoman,” written by Marissa 11586, who gives a photo credit like so.
Here are my associations, at this point:
- Looking at that image, I feel safe in saying that nobody would mistake me for Superwoman.
- Despite my physical differences from the above image, I often think I can do it all (including giving perfect credit for anything I use in this blog).
- As I’ve dealt with serious medical issues since I was born, I have always gotten back to school and work really quickly. My parents and my doctors, when I was growing up, subscribed to the belief that getting back to “normal” would be healthier for me, no matter what operations or other medical issues I encountered. I think that has contributed to my belief that I can always do that, no matter what ailment I encounter.
- I don’t think I’m going to be getting back to work as soon as I assumed, this time around.
Why? Because I — like Marissa11586 — am NOT Superwoman.
Then, who am I?
Maybe a new title would be a good start.
How about this: Super-Recovery-Woman! Able to take a break and focus on her own needs, with a single bound!
I’ll get back to you about a costume, if I can figure something out.
Thanks to Nebaroth (for the illustration), to Marissa 11586, to women who are as super as they can be (within reasonable limits), and to you — of course! — for reading this, today.
Don’t rush it, SuperAnn. Whatever costume you pick, I assume it will include only one glove and one sock!
Ah, Mark. If laughter is the best medicine, I should be back to work in no time!
Super Woman is a metaphor for all the single moms trying to hold it together with no child support and low paying job and who need 40 hours to complete a 24 hour day.
Yep. Thanks, Carl.
SuperAnn, even Superman had to deal with kryptonite. And better than being ‘super’ is being a blessing, and that you are!
Thank you, Mel. I think my powers increase in response to kind words.
insightful words
more mighty & super than muscle 🙂
Wow! I never thought of that. Maybe insight is even better than x-ray vision (it’s not as confusing, for sure). Thank you for this super comment.
Dear Super Recovery Woman (with cats)
You know, we were just thinking that the world was in need of a new superhero. And after thoughtful deliberation, we have concluded that Super Recovery Woman fits the bill perfectly. Thank you for stepping up.
Sincerely,
The World Superhero Appointment and Licensing Committee
What a wonderful surprise! Do I need to fill out any sort of form at this point in the licensing process ? I tend to avoid forms, as they temporarily sap my powers. However, I bet the WSALC, if it has a form, has a really smart and intuitive one.
No forms required, neither formal nor informal. We are confident that you are already well-informed.
Signed,
The WSALC
Thank you for that perfectly formed response.
“Super Recovery Woman” would be a great new superhero…heck…is one. By the way, the super women of my dreams are never so … er …. pneumatic as Nebaroth’s.
Most of the illustrations that came up on Google were … um …. similar, Gene. Thanks for this great comment.
So very glad you will give yourself time to feel really strong again, Ann. Just because you have super powers doesn’t mean you have to be on duty ALL THE TIME!! Feel the sun on your face. Watch some corny old movies. Eat forbidden foods. Above all, as Groucho Marx always said, don’t worry. Your tasks will wait for you, and they’ll seem easier when you are good and ready.
Great advice from two of my favorite quote-makers: Marcia and Groucho Marx! Thanks so much for the visit and the comment.
Just take care of you and heal…that will be SUPER! Hugs
This comment increases my super powers, too! Thank you.
Dear “Super Recovery Woman” you are a one fine addition to the super hero population of this world . As you and WSALC have officially come to an agreement , you definitely need a super hero costume .
Super Recovery Woman, this world needs you 🙂 .
Thank you, dear mk! I shall do my best to fulfill the needs of the world (while also recovering, of course). I greatly appreciate your thoughts and support.
Super Recovery Woman sounds fine. At least a superwoman would have enough sense to know she can’t return to work until she’s ready, fit and able. You need strength to be able to jump over building in one leap.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Huge hugs back at you, from Super Recovery Woman.
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Looking forward to the photo of you in your costume 😉
I don’t know if I can promise THAT, but I promise that I am super glad to see you.
Aw, nice to hear! 🙂
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Very sorry that you have to overcome more obstacles and your recovery time isn’t what you were hoping it would be. I will not comment further, since I think that I just want to show you empathy for your situation and am glad you have friends to get you to smile instead! Laughter is sporadic in my ‘repertoire’ but I would be happy to give you a cyber-hug! Smiles, Robin
I love the empathy, smiles, and cyber-hug, Robin. Thank you!
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Only a superwoman could blog so successfully from her hospital bed!
Why, thank you! I really didn’t see it that way at the time, but now I do!
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Have you heard about Wonder Woman (note: I’m not stealing your thunder – this is about Wonder Woman:) – I’m not saying I’m Wonder Woman but have you ever noticed that we’re never in the room at the same time. 🙂 And as you said it so superbly: Not!
Wishing you a steady, leisurely and well-rested recovery Ann.
I have noticed that, Wendy, and I do think you’re wonderful. Because you were wondering about my health, I want to point out that this is an old post from April, 2014, and I’m quite healthy, right now!
Lol! Trust me to not notice the date. So glad you’re okay after all. Oh no – I’m so embarrassed. I’m laughing and cringing at the same time. Just shows I’m no Wonder Woman in any way. 🙃
You’re human, Wendy, which is wonderful!
Reblogged this on KCJones.
Thanks for the super reblog!
Thank you Ann. 🙂
Thank you, super blogger!
Hi, Ann.:) I just wanted to drop by to tell you that I really appreciate you following Flaggfan. Thank you, and have a wonderful day!
Thank you, Dustin! I’m sorry that Super Recovery Woman took so long to reply!
Yes! Super-recovery-woman!
Thanks, Sheri!
This is great. Eager to begin following you. Thanks for following my blog. How did you know about my blog?
Hi! So glad you’re following me now. I found your blog through another one; that’s how it usually works for me.
Hmmm….I wonder if this drawing of superwoman was done by a man.
Because this image looks like the woman spends all of her waking hours in the gym.
Most of the superwomen have so many things to deal with, that their own appearance is not that important. That’s why it is often difficult to recognize who we really are. Sometimes washing the cape has to wait until the rest of the laundry is done. 🙂
I love this superwoman comment!! Thanks, Mary.
To Be Human
is to fall in love over and over,
to never give up on any of them,
to cry for the inhumanity, and try to
overcome all that surrounds us by creating
a closeness with those in proximity, both
geographical and philosophical. It is to
carry those loves in our heart, flooding our
minds no matter how gone they are. And
to put others’ needs first, understand their
flaws, work on our own so we can be
better helpers. It is to take it all in and
follow our dreams no matter how preposterous;
to pull apart another brown paper bag and
to write it all out, no matter how choppy.
So take my hand and make it all better
before I repeat the painful parts until
I can no longer act. To struggle past
obstructions and obligations, self-imposed and
expected; to wallow in joy, build strength and
change what we can for the better. To give.
I love the poem by dougstuber. You might find some pleasure in a blog I’m following called the kitchens garden by Cecila Mary Gunther. It gives me a “super” lift every day.