A few months ago, I declared this year my own personal Annus Horribilis and joked about looking forward to New Years Eve. Let’s list the reasons:
January – my grandmother died.
February – caught the flu in all it’s awful glory, including six weeks of backaches. Missed chance to sing beautiful music at Easter because I was too sick to rehearse.
June – finally over the flu; injured knee on June 1st, resulting in 7 weeks on crutches and 4 weeks in a knee brace. Missed chance to sing beautiful music with choir in New York because too injured to stand to rehearse, although the knee brace wouldn’t have been visible under choir robes.
July – shot of Depo Provera taken in arm, not rump because of knee brace hits nerve instead. Four months of soreness and weakness in arm.
October – shot of Depo Provera having gone awry is confirmed. Back to physical therapy. Still trying to get money for physical therapists and visit to doctor back from practice – my arm worked fine before the shot.
November – started looking forward to New Years Eve.
December – caught a cold for my birthday. Romantic dinner was delivery.
A week ago – caught food poisoning at company Christmas party. I figure 2005 was trying to take one last shot at me.
All I have to do is survive the next 36 hours, including the drive to and from work, and I will have officially survived this year!
On the other hand, I’ve got a good job and I’ve only had to take half a day’s sick leave during the past few months.
I’ve also survived meeting the family of the gentleman I’ve been dating for nearly two years now, and found I quite like them. The relationship with that gentleman has grown and deepened and I’ve come to realize that, miracle of miracles, he loves me as much as I love him.
I helped a very dear friend of mine make what we all hope will be his last move to a place which suits him. Considering all he’s been through in the past few years, including his wife’s divorcing him, it’s worth a great deal to see him happy and settled.
I’ve also learned a few important lessons about being patient and letting those who love me take care of me. When I was laid up, not only did my gentleman friend and my other friend do my laundry for me, they even took me grocery shopping and, in general, took very good care of me. When I cried because of my grandmother’s death or out of frustration because I was unable to walk, they let me, held me, and comforted me, something which used to be a bit rare. I’ve learned it’s OK to be weak and that I don’t have to be strong and tough all the time.
2005 hasn’t been a good year when it comes to my health, but it has been a good year in many, many other ways.
All I have to do is survive the next 36 hours!
CJ