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Day 1416: Healing

I hope it is healing for you, dear readers, to read about my healing in this blog.

Yesterday, my healing included seeing friends, eating delicious food, watching Hamlet starring Benedict Cumberbatch at a local movie theater, and appreciating my outrageous good fortune of being alive for another day.

Here are some lines from Hamlet which I found healing last night:

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love.

This above all; To thine own self be true.

One may smile, and smile, and still be a villain.

Listen to many; speak to a few.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions!

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.

O God, I could be bound in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space – were it not that I have bad dreams.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Tis the times’ plague, when madmen lead the blind.

the play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Since  brevity is the soul of wit, I’ll be brief in sharing that  I am seeing battalions of doctors and other healing people in hospitals today.  I shall reserve my judgment until after I see them all.

Here are the rich gifts of  healing images from yesterday:

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Some of those photos show Benedict Cumberbatch, before the play began, interacting with young people from many cultures about Hamlet, which I found very healing. The play — which was the thing — began with Hamlet listening to a song I always find healing.

 

For all who helped me create today’s post and for you — of course! — I have one more healing image from yesterday:

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Day 1386: Be Audacious

“Be Audacious” seems like audaciously appropriate advice on this audacious Monday in the audacious month of October, 2016.

I mean, so many audacious people are being audacious all around us … why shouldn’t we be audacious, too?

During my audacious recovery from some audaciously recent open heart surgery, I’ve tried to be audacious and focus on my own audacious needs first with doctors and other audacious people in my life. Being audacious in this way has been particularly helpful as I deal with the unexpected and audacious recall of my audaciously important St. Jude pacemaker/defibrillator, which I received 17 audacious months ago.

Indeed, when I saw this audacious flyer, yesterday:

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… I immediately thought to my audacious self, “I shall be audacious and make ‘Be Audacious’ the title and the topic of my next audacious blog post!”

Was I being audacious when I took these  other photos on that same audacious day?

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Which photo is the most audacious of all, in your audacious opinion?

My audacious friend Carol sent me this audacious photo yesterday, via an audacious text message:

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If you are audacious enough to request more audacious info about any of the audacious photos in this audacious post, I shall be audacious enough to answer.

There are so many audacious possibilities for an audacious video here, but I shall be audacious and choose this one, for your audacious pleasure:

I shall now audaciously thank all those who helped me create this audacious post and  audacious you (for reading it)  with one final audacious photo.

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Day 857: Dis/Comfort

Monday evening, after my discomfortingly long surgery earlier that day, the comforting Dr. Mark Estes visited my typically comfortable hospital room to comfortingly talk about my recovery. At one point, he said:

You’ll have quite a bit of discomfort.

I turned, uncomfortably, to say to my visitors, “When a doctor uses the word ‘discomfort’ …”

And Dr. Estes finished my sentence:

It’ll hurt like hell.

How much discomfort do I have right now, as I’m writing this dis/comfort post?

Well, I wouldn’t use the word “hell” to describe my comfort level. However, I wouldn’t use the word “heaven,” either.

Since Monday’s surgery, several comforting people have asked me to rate my pain/discomfort level on a scale of 1 to 7, 8, or 10. While I can’t comfortably remember the upper end of that scale, I feel comfortable telling you that those pain/discomfort scales include faces of people in increasing amounts of discomfort. I usually feel uncomfortable looking at those discomforting faces and trying to assign a number to my own discomfort.

How comfortable are you with discomfort scales like those?

Has my discomfort decreased since Monday?

Yes.

Am I comfortable?

Not yet.

Will my left shoulder — where Dr. Estes implanted a pacemaker/defibrillator — ever feel comfortable again?

I hope so.

Will I feel comfortable returning to work in four days?

Time will tell.

Yesterday, my comforting friend Peggy visited me at home, bringing this Get Well balloon, which could cause different levels of dis/comfort, depending on where you live:


Peggy and I then took a short comforting walk in the beautifully comfortable weather. Along the way, Peggy expressed some discomfort about how pansies don’t seem to have faces the way they used to. In response, I comfortably took these photos:


    

Are you comforted or discomforted by the faces in those pansies?


I am much more comfortable with that kind of slush than I am with the uncomfortable slush and snow that discomforted Boston for so many months, this year.

Are you comforted or discomforted by the other photos I took yesterday?


        

Lately, I’ve been very comfortable with the music of Todd Rundgren, especially when he gives comforting answers like these:

I find that performance of “Love is the Answer” very comforting.

Comfortable thanks to Dr. Estes, to Peggy, to flowers and flowering trees (with or without faces), to flavored slush, to welcoming things everywhere, to Michael for the comfort food last night, to Todd Rundgren, and to all my comforting visitors, including you!

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