Humbling

It is humbling facing mortality, the great unknown, life or death ... which will it be?

You have to plan as if there will be life!  For me that means adjusting my surroundings to allow for a path from bed to toilet via a scooter.  I need something to set books and magazines on to read for that first week, until they pull the pins.

Later I will need something set up for me to watch videos, drink ice tea and ... well no bon-bons to eat however.  Sigh.
The 25th is a show I would like to do, I already paid for it months ago!.  I am hoping my knife friend will be able to set me up, ferry me around and I can try and sell enough to pay my taxes due on the 31st.  Such fun!  Argh!

And as the weeks progress, I will be able to sit upright.  Then I expect to be able to paint to my hearts content with no yelling and screaming at me over how much I have not done ... I will finally, for the first time in my life be allowed to paint with a clear conscious!   Sad really, reading back over that.  Sigh.

So it is only small things I can do to prepare, in 10 minutes bursts before the leg gives up and I must rest for up to an hour.

So little I could accomplish in the ten days since the injury occurred.

Resign from my lecture series on earth sciences, unfortunately just as I was addressing current climate conditions.
Do shopping for my food for the first few weeks.
Adjust living arrangements for new mobility requirements.
Visit with family and friends, at least with those whom would still see me.
Say good-byes, just in case.
Bring my blogs to a wait state with pre-written posts.

I only have one more to write, for next Monday.  Tomorrows post was done three weeks ago and much as occurred since.