Living In A Box
Posted by admin on Tuesday, August 5th, 2008
People always talk about ‘thinking outside the box’, but what about when you are literally living inside one? For seven months now, I have been lying in bed, staring at three walls, being waited on like the Queen of Sheba. You would think it would be a grand thing. Breakfast in bed daily. The “Life of Riley” as my Grandmother was fond of saying.
Well, the fun is over. 210 days later, the fun is definitely over. The pillow under my rear end to help ward off bedsores is becoming hard. The heating pad for my arm pain is cumbersome. My temper is short. Thank goodness my family is kind and generous with the grapes they have been offering. Too bad they have been bitten so often.
Filed in Chronic Illness | 3 responses so far
While I’ve often thought of my life being boxed in by my chronic pain, I can’t imagine what it’s like to live in one room, one bed. The image you’ve posted of the pampered queen is quite the contrast to the reality you live with. Thanks goodness for the internet and the world(s) it opens up. I can’t remember what I ever did without it. I’m stuck here this afternoon wishing I could get out in the sun, but at least I can connect with people around the world. But really, no wonder your temper is short. A throttled life is hard to live. You’re not alone in there… at least know that.
I thought I left a response a while back but with my brain fog, maybe not. I just stopped by again to wish you well, I hope that you come back to the blogosphere. You’ve got a great blog for us sickies! I hope that you are OK
Michelle
BTW my dad used to say that too, livin the life of riley…oh if it was only so
I’ve had the same experience when I had a knee injury. Now, I can’t go anywhere without pain killers because I’ve developed a chronic pain condition from the accident. Pft. I wish I had been more careful before.