Relative Something

To get the gist of this post, it should be read in the voice of Eeyore. I have met with the greatest test to my mental health of late. Early this morning, 3:30 a.m. to be exact, I found myself awakened by the searing pain of having rolled in my sleep, suddenly causing my failing disc to render me breathless and barely able to move. Panting, I fumbled my way to the pain pills I have been prescribed. Then, as I lie awake in the darkest hour of the night, my mind pondered the gloomy situation that has befallen me.

Among the many thoughts that occurred to me, I considered giving up on my attempts to post something fresh every day here in Relative Something. I am not sure that I want to chronicle my sorrowful mental state in this place which I intended to be a reflection of healthy thinking. Currently my thoughts are laboring under multiple burdens.

Granted, both Cyndie and I are feeling particularly sad over having gone through the process of canceling our plane tickets to Portugal for this coming July. The prognosis for the length of convalescence of her knee injury is being measured in months, and many of them. She was given the option to avoid surgery if she is successfully able to avoid putting any weight whatsoever on that leg for most of the summer! That is a long time on crutches.That is a long time to be unable to do things for herself. I have no idea how I will pick up the slack.

There will be many solutions available to us, but right now, we are still in the declining mindset of suffering the onset of our challenges and the uncertainties of the impact on our responsibilities. I remain undecided as to whether I will have the energy and inspiration to maintain my regular efforts here. That energy may be required elsewhere for a while. At least I accomplished something for today. If I do so again tomorrow, it needs to be in a voice other than Eeyore’s.