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The Slings and Boo-boos of Outrageous Fallings

by SweetMidlife

HI! It’s Lynne. We haven’t written on this blog since January. But this seemed like a good thing to break that streak.

Hello there sling my new friend
I’ve got to wear you once again…

Two weeks ago, I fell in the bathroom and hurt my arm. Did you know that bathroom floors are wet, especially when you’ve gotten out of the shower? I found that out when I took a shower first, didn’t have a towel to dry myself off, went in the hall to get a towel and went back into the bathroom and slipped. YAY! I originally was told it was a hairline fracture, but it turned out to be a bone bruise. I was put in an arm cast for 2 weeks, which I know is short compared to a really bad break. And it wasn’t fun, but it was passable, and when I had the cast removed on Wednesday, I was given a sling to wear as much as I can over the next two weeks, but not when I drive, which I haven’t done the past few weeks, or when I write, which means I need to put it back on and make this short.

So when the person from the orthopedic office put the sling on, I told her that I didn’t like slings, because they make my shoulder hurt, and it was awkward, and blergh. And she looked at me and said as nicely but truthfully as she could, “Well, it’s not supposed to be comfortable.”

That’s an entire sermon right there.

Healing isn’t always comfortable. The things that make us better aren’t always fun. I am not advocating things that might be harmful, like abusive situations. But saving money so you can get out of debt may not be as fun as making it rain in the candy aisle at Giant Food, which I have done and I can tell you, that’s fun. The candy. But getting out of these credit cards will be more fun.

And so will not having a hurting arm. So I am wrapping this up and putting the sling back on. And I will heal.

Hair of the Dog That Bit You, or Watching Sad Stuff When You’re Kind of Sad

by SweetMidlife

C’est Lynne.


In the days after September 11, 2001, when the whole country was in shock and sad and it was so much to wrap your brain around, because people lost loved ones in a matter of minutes but we all felt the fear and despair and sadness, I decided to immerse myself in mindless entertainment. I went to Blockbuster (ahh, Blockbuster) and rented “Dude, Where’s My Car”. Harmless and mind-numbing. What I needed.  Didn’t cure everything. Nothing would. But it helped.

In the months after we lost our father to cancer last June, which we are still in, I have also sought comfort in televised entertainment. Immediately after his death, I was watching a lot of stuff with no relation to loss or sadness, like cooking shows and “House Hunters”. Well, there were people on those sad about houses and such, but it was different.  Then, for some reason, I kept seeing things about cancer and grieving.  And, for some reason, it’s helped. I see familiar things. A character on “Parenthood” has been battling breast cancer, and I see my dad in her reluctance to let well-meaning people cry over her when she still has fight left, and I see my family in hers as they are all affected in some way by her fight.  The excellent movie “50/50” chronicles a young man’s cancer struggles midst a girlfriend who is no help at all (the polar opposite of my mother), and I see in the graphic scenes of his reactions to chemo just a glimpse of what my Dad had to endure, even though he never wanted to share how bad it was. And it helps me understand now, both a piece of what he went through, but also why he tried to shield us from it. The new NBC show “Go On”, starring my 90’s and probably always crush Matthew Perry, is all about grieving: he plays a guy whose wife has recently died, and he joins a support group for people who have all suffered some kind of loss, be it a spouse, or a sibling, or a child, or sight. And it is all handled bravely, and hilariously, and quite lovely. And it makes me smile. And yesterday, I saw one that I avoided when it first came out, but actually helped a lot. It was “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”, a movie about a boy whose dad dies in the Twin Towers on September 11.  His father had set Oskar, the boy, on a scavenger hunt around New York City, where they lived.  After his dad’s death, Oskar finds a mysterious key in his father’s belongings and embarks on his own search. It’s about finding the connection to his dad, but mostly about keeping the search alive as a way of keeping his dad’s memory alive, of feeling close to him.  And I am finding, too, that talking about my Dad, listening to the music he listened to, looking at his picture, noting the fact that my son looks so much like him, is actually healing. And it makes me feel closer to him. Yep, I know. Nothing I watch will do what I really want, which is to bring my Dad back on this side of Heaven.  But these things help.  I am not saying that I want to watch all death and dying and crying all of the time. My love of happy Hallmark movies is documented here. Several times.  But I guess that these things are helping me deal, and heal, bit by bit, by God’s grace. And I will take it.

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