Birthdays Won’t Kill Us — Usually — So We Might as Well Go All Out and Celebrate the Ones We Have Left
I set some boundaries then let fly
I laugh at my own foibles. I joked and laughed my way all through surgery and recovery for two broken ankles. As they wheeled me to surgery I put both arms in the air and yelled as if I were riding a roller-coaster. Why not?
I laughed when I was disembarking backwards from the toilet from my wheelchair — I transferred straight forward to the toilet from the wheelchair in Reverse Cowgirl, and then backwards onto the wheel chair. I laughed because one of my surgical boots kicked the pipe loose as I was lifting myself into the wheelchair, and water flooded the bathroom while I tried frantically to wheel out — naked from the waist down — and got stuck at the door. See linked story below.
I refuse to laugh about the mere fact of getting to a certain age because, dammit, it’s serious. Okay, when I say it like that it does sound, if not funny, silly. Still.
I was on the fence about this birthday.
Some of you know I was wishy-washy about my latest birthday. On the big birthdays, I like to run away to foreign places, or places with high vibrations, to reflect, renew, and reinvigorate. Like many of my cohorts here, I’m…
