Surgery behind us, we shift to recovery mode – he gingerly navigating the days of healing, while I try to brush off the cobwebs of exhaustion.
As relief washes away the dregs of worry, I am still trying to sort out my emotions. Ric’s condition is black and white – a blockage requiring opening. Problem solved. Meanwhile, I just finished yet another round of antibiotics for an infection they can neither pinpoint nor explain away. I remain in medical limbo.
I chose the word recovery for today’s challenge not just because of our current situation, but also because it has been a word I’ve carried with me for years, contemplating it’s full meaning. I have a file in which I store poetry, entitled “self recovery”.
What does it mean to recover? What would full recovery look like, and is there such a thing? Recover from what?
I turn to you, dear fellow bloggers, for your guiding inspiration. Help me shake this lassitude with your creative words of wisdom, music, or images.
Look forward to your responses.
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