Thursday, January 24, 2008

A Pain in the Neck

Day four of spending most of my time flat on my back, taking methylpred to reduce the inflammation, and popping pain killers. Yesterday, Clara bought me a "memory foam" pillow, which makes things just a little more comfortable. The pain is a little less, but my right arm is still numb and pretty useless. Keeping up with the flossing has been a real challenge. Most of all, I'm bored and tired of being in constant pain.

I've used the time in bed to read. I quickly devoured Rumer Godden's lovely children's novel The Diddakoi, about a seven-year old gypsy girl who is left orphaned and has to learn to live with non-gypsies. And the non-gypsies, in turn, have to learn to live with her. It's beautifully done, especially because Kizzy, the little girl, is an authentically willful and sometimes naughty seven-year old, but she's also endearing and completely sympathetic. The novel won the Whitbread Award in 1972. Now I'm a little more than half-way through Dorothy Canfield's The Brimming Cup, which was the second bestselling novel of 1921, after Sinclair Lewis's Main Street.

It looks like my pain in the neck will keep me from attending tonight's annual meeting of and officially taking my place on the board, but I hope to pull myself together long enough to read a couple of poems tomorrow night at the "Winter Words" Writers' Night at the Northfield Arts Guild. 7:00 p.m., upstairs at the downtown arts guild building.


Chris said...

I hope you start to feel better soon.

kookiejar said...

Don't use your back as an excuse to quit flossing! Cowboy up! I flossed while I was giving birth...that's right WHILE.

Feel better. :D

Bleeet said...

Rob's words, as usual, shone brightly tonight at the NAG's Winter Words reading, and he even snuck an extra poem in there.

The snucky devil.

(Sorry, Rob, I've always preferred 'snuck' to 'sneaked'.)

Jim H. said...


Glad to hear you are able to read while on the mend. For some reason, the painkillers I was on wouldn't allow me any traction on the page -- I kept slipping around, reading the same sentence or paragraph.

Keep writing.

Jim Haas

New Poem: "Phrasebook"

My poem " Phrasebook " has been published online in Ergon: Greek/American Arts and Letters .