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Letters to Grandma

My Grandpa Ben is going to a nursing home today. He's been sliding into the depths of dementia for a few years now, and my nearly 90 year-old Grandma Dot can no longer take care of him on her own. It will be the first time in over 65 years that they will be living apart. There is sadness and an inevitable loneliness that may ensue, so I'm thinking of ways I can brighten their spirits 3000 miles away. In addition to doing what I can (writing letters, sending pictures, calling often and having food delivered), I'm asking friends and strangers to send letters about their own grandparents to my Grandma Dot. How have your grandparents influenced you? What was/is their story? How did they meet? How much time did/do you spend with them? What were/are their talents and quirks? What did/do they smell like? Etc. If you are interested in sending a letter, please send me an email. 

XOXOX

Grandma Dot and Grandpa Ben. Their wedding day in Central Park, NYC.

Grandma Dot and Grandpa Ben. Their wedding day in Central Park, NYC.

tags: grandma dot, grandpa ben, letters, love, the nursing home, marriage
Tuesday 06.03.14
Posted by felicity fenton
 

Surgery Selfie

Unfortunately, due to the depth of the crevice in my kneecap, the doctor recommended I have "a short and relatively straightforward surgery." So, on Friday morning the doctor and his trusty (I certainly hope they are anyway) team secured my patella with little pegs and wires. The inside of my knee now looks like a peace sign. The outside of my knee looks like a monster. 

I decided I didn't want to be asleep for the procedure and so they placed a nerve block in my right leg, gave me a bit of liquid valium "to relax my brain" and allowed me to watch the lights and action surrounding me. I was mostly fine for a few hours after surgery until the nerve block wore off. When it did wear off, I experienced one of the more tortuous nights (a close second to labor) in my life. There was the physical pain - sharp, consistent stabs shooting up my leg and lower back, nausea from pain meds, an asshole of a tension headache, and a budding cold sore on my lip. Then there was the psychological pain - extreme paranoia about overdosing from pain meds, fear of infection, fear of having my leg cut off, fear, fear, fear.

Some people really like drugs. I'm not one of those people. (Though sometimes I wish I were.) I have a fairly low tolerance for most things. When taste-testing various drugs in my early twenties, I was never the girl who asked for more. In fact, I was the girl who made myself throw up so I didn't have to experience the intense nausea, fatigue and paranoia prompted by drugs. I suppose I should thank my physiological disposition for not making me an addict. 

Surgery is a beast.  It wreaks havoc on your body and brain. And the the aftermath can be a wobbly smack in the face. I'm grateful to have some basic understanding of meditation, breathing and yoga - these tools have been helpful in subduing pain without medication and quieting my mind when I'm feeling overwhelmed. But there are people who don't have those tools at all. Doctors rarely talk to patients about the crazy physical and emotional energies that arise during and after surgery. Instead, they make it sound like it's as simple as getting your teeth cleaned or getting your ears pierced. Methinks there needs to be a bit more counseling from doctors and staff before people are thrusted head-first into surgery.



tags: surgery, knee, broken knee, drugs, selfie, pain, fear, happy to be alive
Tuesday 06.03.14
Posted by felicity fenton
 

accidental opportunities

So far, having a broken kneecap has been an invitation to:

put socks and underwear on with one straight leg and one bent leg

move in ways I haven't moved before

sit for hours and hours and let people take care of me without feeling guilty

feel what it's like not being able to get up and get myself a glass of water

meditate through intense physical pain

empathize with people who deal with major disabilities every day of their lives 

read and read and read 

watch Her and TED talks and UBUweb TV

write a postcard to grandma dot and a letter to mom

listen to big music, little musicians

sit on the back porch and feel the warmth of the sun on my face

teach Beckett how to fetch my stuff

take a shower with one leg hanging out of the shower

use my crutches as appendages 

slow down and enjoy the slowing down


tags: Broken knee, Ubu Web, big music little musicians, TED talks, accidents
Monday 05.26.14
Posted by felicity fenton
 
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