The call I’ve been dreading came in directly at ten.
I knew it was due, I just didn’t know when.
The number I saw, I knew it to well,
The sweat started to pour, I wanted to yell.
My mind started swimming, I couldn’t see straight,
Do I answer the call or should I just wait?
It rang and it rang and I just let it go,
The voice mail will take it, just go with the flow.
So I sat and I waited to hear that familiar low beep,
It’s going to tell me the message it did keep.
I picked up the cell and raised it to listen,
The sweat on my face continued to glisten.
My family they saw, the look on my face,
Did somebody die, was I in the wrong place?
The message then played and my worst fears came true.
It was the call to return, and that means we’re screwed.
So do what you can, and don’t waste your time,
You could just be sitting here, attempting to rhyme.
“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.”
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Where were you when the nukes fell?”
The Urban Dictionary defines Cabin Fever as: A type of hysteria brought on by spending too much time indoors.
It has now been forty-one days since I had surgery on my ankle. Due to the layout of our yard (it’s on a hill) and the steps leading in and out of my house, it has been next to impossible to leave my humble abode. That is where the Cabin Fever comes in. Being stuck in the house is no fun. The danger of doing nothing was, and is always there. You tend to get a little wacky sitting around. Luckily, I can say that I have had a lot of time to think and can tell you that I have learned many things over these last six weeks.
I have learned that:
- No matter how many precautions you take when you are hiking, things will go wrong. Case in point being I was the third person in line the day I fractured my ankle. I heard my friend say to #2, “Watch out, it’s slippery, move to the left.” #2 then turned to me and said, “Watch out, it’s slippery, move to the left.” So what did I do? I moved to the left and still ended up with a busted ankle.
- Even if you think that you drink a lot of water, drink more. I drink a lot of water. I mean a lot. But somehow I still ended up in renal failure. Think and Drink!!!!
- At 53 , you can learn to speak another language. One of my biggest fears in coming home was that I would sit in front of the boob tube all day. I went ahead and bought Rosetta Stone and have been pleasantly surprised to find out that an old dog can learn new tricks!
- I could rekindle my love of reading. Not that I sopped reading, but I have read more books this summer than I can remember. Old books, new books, short books and long books, nothing has been off limits!
Finally and most importantly:
If it hadn’t been for my friends, I would have been in serious trouble. They immediately knew that my ankle wasn’t the only issue and called 911 immediately. As my condition worsened, they didn’t panic and kept me calm. For this I am forever grateful!
Needless to say, these six weeks haven’t been easy. But by making decisions that would keep me moving mentally, it has lessened the effects of my perceived cabin fever.
“Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love trees with every breath we take until we perish.”
― Munia Khan