Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

William Shakespeare from King Lear

I’ve got some minor surgery on Monday to which I am not looking forward. I also think it’s possible it will turn out to be unnecessary. The original problem has been greatly reduced by antibiotics and hot packs. I guess I’ll find out in the very early morning. If it weren’t SO early in the morning (and today being Saturday), I’d call and ask about it. But there won’t be anyone there to talk to so I might as well go and have the surgeon take a look and make a decision. I have to assume if he doesn’t need to cut, he won’t.

Rockport, Massachusetts at dawn

I’m beginning to finally feel more like a human being. Fibromyalgia is not life-threatening or even dangerous — unless you try to do something like fly an airplane, drive a car, or use sharp tools. It does leave you exhausted with odd pains in strange places. I assume I had a drop in my immune system for some reason — which could have been the arrival of all the pollen. Everyone acts like allergies are no big deal — unless they have their own allergies.

September dawn over the teepee, just about now — but 12 years ago. I think that was our anniversary, too — number 19 (this year it was 31)

It’s really worse than a cold because a cold hits you for a few days or maybe a little longer, but then, it goes away.

Unlike an allergy which hits you like a fast-moving downtown bus, then keep backing up and forwarding over you. Allergies are exactly like a bad cold that never, ever goes away — until the season changes. Ironically, my favorite times of the year are spring and fall — the two times of the year when I can’t breathe, everything itches, and the air is so filled with pollen it looks like green snow!

September afternoon – Photo: Garry Armstrong

But — no doubt about it. I am feeling better. Today is the first time I’ve felt almost like me in more than a week. Which means (tada!) tomorrow, I’m will tackle the kitchen floor! Yep. Me and ye olde (not so old — I actually just bought it, so it’s a semi-new floor cleansing tool) mop are going to hit the kitchen floor — big time! Isn’t that EXCITING?

Sunset on the Housatonic River in Connecticut – Photo: Garry Armstrong

I knew you’d be thrilled. Because y’know. Housework. Thrilling for the first 10 minutes after you finish it and everything looks great. And then, the dust, dirt, muddy dog prints, big man boots and millions of pieces of bird seed arrive out of the mists of memory. They land on the floor in the same old places.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow …

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19 replies

  1. All the best for the surgery if it is necessary . One of the best verse from Shakespeare which reminds us the mystery of life. First is your health and rest of the things can follow.


  2. Good luck on Monday. If you have the surgery, I hope it goes well. But wouldn’t it be nice if the surgeon examined you and said, “Nah, you don’t need surgery. Take two aspirins and call me in the morning.” But then again, most surgeons seem to want to perform surgeries, don’t they? Well, at least your feeling better with you fibro.

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  3. Good luck with your tomorrows! I understand that anticipation, and housework is a good remedy! Great photos in this post!

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    • At least I’ll have a clean floor for a day or two. How are YOU doing? I’ve been pretty out of touch, hiding in audiobooks and housework — and a LOT of medical stuff that didn’t get done during lockdown and has waited too long.

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      • I finished the chemo on 9/2, and am scheduled to begin 5 weekly sessions of radiation at the end of September. All indications are that we caught the disease early and there seems to be no trace of it at this point. Hopefully I’ll be back to “normal” by the end of the year! Till then, I live life in the slow lane. At this point, I’m tired, and a little weak, but still taking care of myself reasonably well — looking forward to summer’s end, as the heat really gets to me these days!

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        • It takes a while to recover. Longer than I expected for sure. Healing is slower and they give you drugs that make your body go in slow motion. it really has taken me a LONG time to feel “recovered.” And I’m still not recovered from the heart surgery. But life has nonetheless been lived — as you said — in the slow lane. I discovered I didn’t mind the slow lane nearly as much as I thought I would. Slow is not bad, as long as you are still moving.

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  4. I hope it goes well tomorrow, without any cutting involved. Take care Marilyn

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  5. I always consider any surgery on my as major surgery! Minor surgery is what happens to others. Good luck on Monday.


  6. Good luck with your surgery, Marilyn. But I’m crossing my fingers the doc says, “Nah. Lookin’ good–go home.”


    • I’m hoping it won’t happen. I also think this is a decision I should, for once, let the doctor make the decision. It may be even better by Monday morning (I keep thinking today is Sunday, but it isn’t).


  7. good luck with the surgery tomorrow, Marilyn! Hoping all will go well for you! Sending a hug your way!




  9. Good luck with the surgery or the not-surgery tomorrow, whichever the case may be. Pamper yourself – that floor can wait another day! Best, Babsje


    • I’ve been planning to do it for a while, but it was too hot — or raining with mud to spare — and it now REALLY needs to be done. It’s not a huge floor, but it needs cleaning. Sometimes, a woman’s gotta do what she’s gotta do 😀

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