Mostly stayed in to do some catch up. A little rainy – I
like it.
Today I got me some breakfast down in the kitchen,
two floors below me, and then stayed up in my room for the rest of the morning
and early afternoon. As I came down in the early afternoon to refuel, Myfanwy
met me at the bottom of the stairs, all excited – she had been out for a walk.
She said that when she got out of bed this morning, she had NO back pain to
speak of. She had been told yesterday that IF the cortisone injection worked,
it would take a minimum of a week before she felt any results whatsoever. When
we had been talking yesterday about her expectations, which had been low, I,
half-teasingly had said she needed to enlist the power of positive thinking.
(Why not – what’s there to lose, right?!) Before I went to bed last night I
placed a note by her door (she was downstairs watching the telly and I knew she
would see what I had written before retiring), expressing what a compliment it
had been to me that she had felt comfortable enough to ask me to accompany her
to her appointment, that I was so pleased that everything had gone so smoothly,
and aIso that I knew if she thought positively (we had discussed this at length
yesterday, so please don’t think I was attempting to thrust the concept upon her
or anything) it couldn’t help but make her recovery go all that much better.
[Something closely related to the power of
positive thinking, is the power of prayer – what those of us with a firm sense
of the role of the divine recognize as the true essence of positive thinking.
Anyway, yesterday, following Myfanwy’s procedure, she was talking with the
nurse about her chances for affirmative results due to the medical intervention
she had just received. Nurse Tina said something about there was no guarantee, that
her chances came down, basically, to the luck of the draw. Not able to stop myself,
I chimed in, ‘or prayer,’ to which she replied, ‘yes, but I’m not allowed to
say that . . .’ That was a pretty great little interchange!]
Myfanwy was so happy and ebullient, practically
bordering on euphoria. As we talked about what could have accounted for this
wonderful effect, she said, ‘Well, Debbie, it’s you, I think – what with all
that talk about positive thinking. As I went to lie down last night, I began to
feel a little discouraged, but caught myself and decided I was having none of
it! Then Myfanwy reached out and gave ME a hug in gratitude. Wow! After all
these long months of suffering, this morning my friend has a new lease on life.
And I am so grateful for it – prayer, positive thinking, or whatever you want
to call it!
Turns out I did not end up meeting Professor Philip on campus for his class today. It’s a good thing, too, because my right heel has been bothering me, and this morning it was especially painful. When I asked him first thing, if this was still a good day for me to come to his lecture, he appeared a bit distressed and remarked, ‘maybe not, I’m sorry; would it be okay if we postponed it till next week?’ It seems the lecture materials on his computer were not appearing where he expected them to be – now that WOULD be disconcerting!
Turns out I did not end up meeting Professor Philip on campus for his class today. It’s a good thing, too, because my right heel has been bothering me, and this morning it was especially painful. When I asked him first thing, if this was still a good day for me to come to his lecture, he appeared a bit distressed and remarked, ‘maybe not, I’m sorry; would it be okay if we postponed it till next week?’ It seems the lecture materials on his computer were not appearing where he expected them to be – now that WOULD be disconcerting!
Pretty much every day, but Sunday, I usually go out sometime
around 4, if I haven’t gone earlier, to see what’s going on in the world
outside my room, and to check the grocery specials (discounted food items) –
treasure hunting, you know. (I know where all the good spots are.) Today I got
an email from the library that the children’s book I had read about, and
reserved, was in – Tom’s Midnight Garden, winner of the Carnegie Medal (the
British version of our Newbery Medal – outstanding literature for children), written
about the same time as A Wrinkle in Time. Many books of this genre came out
around this period across the English-speaking world. I think I will reward myself
tonight and see what it’s all about. Yeah, I have it coming, in fact, I down
right deserve it! (That will make the third book I am now in the middle of . .
.)
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Tom’s Midnight Garden by Philippa Pearce (cover drawing kind of looks like Andrew's grade school friend, Luke - or is it really more like Rylan?)
