Four things you can’t recover
It’s been two weeks today since my surgery. Most of it has gone by in a blur. The rest of it
I’d love to take back and have never had happen.
I flushed the pain drugs that were making me freak out - overreacting and straight up
imagining things. And thanks to my dentist who insisted that “There’s no way you can handle
that kind of torture,” and changed my post-op plan, the pain is getting back to within
managable range.
So I’m on the mend. It sure would’ve been nice if I could have gone loopy quietly here at
home without anyone else ever knowing. Nothing like adding humiliation and deep regret to
the list of stuff I need to learn to cope with.
Trying to distract myself, I did some surfing and stumbled onto this blog, and this post in
particular.
There are four things that you cannot recover:
* The stone… after the throw
* The word… after it’s said
* The occasion… after the loss
* The time… after it’s gone
I also read the comments, which I almost never do on a blog. I hope this person is right
when he says “in appreciating the shadows, light arises spontaneously”.
How does one learn to hug a shadow, I wonder.
उबा Nicolas
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