Thank you all so much for your emails and messages over the last couple months while I was out of commission. Sorry to cause undue worry and concern with my absence, however sometimes you realize there is just nothing that can be done to correct certain problems … even in this high tech information age. The lesson learned is when things are out of your control, all you can do is roll with it.
Here’s my end of summer saga…..
In early August plans were finalized to move to a dreamy little artist’s cottage just beyond the fringe of Nashville out where the air is clean and the livin’ is easy. All the proper people and utilities were given a heads up well ahead of time to make the move as seamless as possible.
For the sake of brevity, let’s just say things did not go according to plan. From the moving company to the cleaning girl — there wasn’t a dependable soul in the bunch. One calamity after another created more work, worry, waiting and wasted time than you can imagine. What should have taken about four days ended up dragging out over nearly three weeks.
Then, just as things were getting under control again toward the end of the month, my appendix decided to rupture. A soul-splitting pain ranking somewhere around 125 on a scale of 1 -10 put the move and getting back to a normal routine on hold again.
My rock star surgeon told me after surgery “things were a little messy in there.” She said, “I tried an arthroscopic incision but there was too much infection, so you’re going to have a scar.” This was a nice way of saying ‘your bikini days are over girlfriend.’ That wasn’t a decision I’d been too worried about recently but sometimes those things are decided for you and choices are taken away without your prior consent or approval. When I finally saw the staples and the scar I realized how nice the surgeon was trying to be. Not too pretty.
They sent me home within the week after I’d barely passed all the benchmarks that allow one to leave the hospital after a surgery like that. I was home over Labor Day weekend only to return to the hospital with complications which ended in a three-week stay at Skyline Medical Center. There was another 2-3 week recovery period at home still without access to a phone or the Internet.
The communications company had assured a seamless transition with only a one day interruption at the beginning of August during the move, and here we are toward the end of October. All communication was restored yesterday…a Sunday of all days, and it’s great to hear the phone ring and see even the cheesiest Internet news. One day turned into nine weeks without any communication at all. That’s not good for a business, and if there is anything at all I could have done to change it, please know I would have in a heartbeat.
Now that everything is up and running again……including me, it’s back to work. Feel free to be in touch and send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.