The leg is gone. I'm out of the recovery room. I lay here trying to get enough drugs so that I don't attempt to scratch the missing big toe. James and Julie are here, Happy Birthday Julie. James is taking dictation. I decided to try and learn Haiku on the way to the hospital here are a couple.
This was written in the OR:
Men in vivid blue.
Tile walls of yellow color.
Where are the women?
This was post-op:
Symmetry matters.
The right leg has gone away.
This will look wierd.
Then there is the one about a tree that I wrote on the way to the hospital:
The leg goes today.
We will plant a tree for it.
The tree will flower.
Pain and pain meds setting in. Enough for now.
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Sweetheart, it was looking pretty weird already -- soon it will look spiffy.
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Susan
mother, grandmother
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than a leg could bear
Love,
Mark
I read this after yoga class where we were working on tree pose. Standing tall and strong and balanced on one leg...I think that's a beautiful image of you for now.
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