I am due to see the surgeon whose fast action saved my life this coming Tuesday. Today's "nail" outing has prepared me for the trip on my own. Anna - my 24 year old daughter drove me today.
Writing in this space confirms I am not alone but how alone do I feel? Isolated on some island and slowly I am being contacted by outsiders - family, work peers. Everything has changed and will continue to change.
I don't ever want to return to work in the high school with 2,500 teens running and bumping and screaming about my vulnerable sternum? No, not ever and then .....who am I?
I have been my work for so long this is a time to discover the authentic real for sure ...me.
So it has been three weeks and against insurance advice I went and had my nails done. This was not about vanity. My nails are arcylic and had to be done or they would fall off and bleed and my toe nails and feet needed attention. OK - it is somewhat about vanity but since I am confined to the house - who is going to see? I feel better.
This adventure is clearly about who I was, who I am and who I will be and lovely hands and feet are in the keep column.