|I've had time to tinker....|
|....and to make bread that looked quite shite but tasted fab.....|
I have to say, as much as I have loved my studying and enjoyed finding out there are parts of my brain I didn't even know existed til I met the OU, I am, right now, loving having nothing academic to learn about at all. I picture my brain, lying inside my head in a star shape, gob wide open, looking up at the stars, enjoying the sudden peace and ordering another gin everytime a waiter happens by. This feeling also happens when the kids go back to school after the summer or Xmas holidays. It's like a banjaxed yet blissful coma of consciousness.
As you might have gathered then, I am not studying with the OU this Autumn or Winter. I put plans of study aside when we were making our plans for my son's big op to correct his Scoliosis spinal curvatures. We hoped for the best - a good recovery with no infections - but planned for the worst - a slow, painful recovery with complications from infections and a highly physically dependent teenaged child. A nightmare, basically. I cleared the decks, it would have been horrifically stressful to juggle studying with helping son and trying to keep us all positive. We weighed up all the options and decided the best thing all round was just for one parent to be available to son and to make the house run smoothly amidst all the change and emotions we were rafting through.
It is with no small amount of gratitude to Lady Luck that we got what we hoped for. Son is absolutely rocking his recovery. He has been brilliant. His body has been brilliant. All his hard work preparing for the op and doing what he was told afterwards paid off by the skip load. This week, just 2 months and 2 days after an entire day in surgery with deflated lungs and a whole lot of blood loss and he's now fully back in school, taking every lesson apart from PE and catching up with work at a rate of knots.
It is quite astounding when you think about it. One of the nurses told me that just over a decade ago spinal patients would barely have been allowed out of bed at this 2 month post op time frame. Technology, awareness, physio and surgery have all moved on so much. I am grateful every single day for how normal my child's life experience is and for the control he can exert over his destiny thanks to our NHS and the wonderful people who work in our hospitals.
And, the gin-laced cherry on the already massive chocolate cake?
Daughter's spinal check showed up NO PROBLEMS!!!!
None at all!
We're so used to not getting that kind of news we couldn't quite believe it when a wee 'plumb line' spine showed up on her X-rays and her consultant said the words, 'I don't need to see you again - goodbye', and we sobbed back, Eh?!! Em, OK! Love you! Bye! while holding his hand far too tightly and dancing on air.
|The Spine that Shocked Me. |
A possible new Austin Powers film.
My Grandad used to say that life is like a moving wheel on a road - often it hits bumpy bits and everything is sent flying and the strength of the wheel is tested and worn down. Other times, the wheel gets the joy of the smooth surface and everything ticks along nicely. I am admiring this bit of smooth surface and loving it very, very much. I may well scream loudly enough to wake up hibernating bears if anything chucks a stone in my wheel anytime soon. I am not for giving up this lovely moment of normality or for telling the creative kids to come in and stop mucking about. It's time for a bit of nice, thanks very much. Piss off to the difficult.
Proud and emotional? Me? Aye. Just like, massively.
How about you? Where's your wheel on the road right now? In a very good place, I hope.
Thanks for reading x