So, for today’s poetics I thought we should all give another go to resolutions. I share five random pieces of advice. Weave any one of them in a poem in whichever way you want to. Use it as a springboard for your verse. It could be a resolution poem for yourself or maybe a family member or friend. If none of these advice inspires you, write a poem on your very own resolution.
Have you ever fractured a bone (or bones) that was serious enough to require inpatient hospitalization and a post-operative stay in a rehab facility? What bone(s) did you break? How long did it take in rehab (inpatient or at home) before you were back to “normal”? And did you actually achieve the same level of functionality you had prior to the fracture(s)?
I broke 3 bones in my right foot four years ago. Though it was very painful, it didn’t need hospitalization. The surgeon got the X- rays done, set the bones, and put my foot in a cast for 6 weeks. And despite my being 57, the bones healed well. I wrote about the injury here.
Other than this, I have had many bone/joint-related surgeries, resulting in hospitalization, starting from age 19 and the latest being at the age of 60.
The list is as follows;
Medial meniscus right knee at 19
Lateral meniscus right knee at 35
Total knee replacement- right at 50
Total knee replacement- Left at 54
Left foot bone fusion and arch rebuilding at 60
I needed physiotherapy after my knee replacement surgeries but it was done at home. It was arguably the most painful part of the recovery process but was the most helpful too. I used to dread the arrival of the therapist but was very grateful to him in the end.
For my knee replacements, it took around 3 months for me to be fully active. I wouldn’t say back to normal, because before the surgery, my normal was very painful, repeatedly swelling knees!
The foot surgery was the worst and most cumbersome of all the surgeries. It entailed my foot and leg being in a cast for 3 months, out of which for 6 weeks I couldn’t put my left foot on the floor so I had to hop around on my right foot/ leg. Even now I sometimes feel pain when I walk more than 4 miles a day.
My wisest decision was to get my knees replaced when I was young enough to recover completely. It helped me be more active, mobile and achieve the mobility that I lacked when I was suffering from severe joint deterioration because of an inherited condition.
How do you pay any good done towards you, forward?
Paying any good, kind gesture performed towards you forward, makes theworld we live in a better place. I firmly believethat any good done selflessly pays backin a positive way.
While driving, if someone stops for me to pass or turn, I return the favor by giving way to someone else. It’s the same In queues in grocery stores and other places.
Returning a smile is the simplest and easiest way to way to pay forward a good deed. Saying a cheery hello, opening the door for someone, and helping when someone spills something are really simple ways to help others. When I am helped by someone, I try to do the same. And the reverse is true too, if I help someone, the gesture is returned invariably to me.
Do you try to pay it forward, or back toward those who are kind to you?
Please share your thoughts in the comments section or you can write your own post and link it to this one so that I can find it.
January 23, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that is optimistic. Feel free to explore optimism in all its forms from a positive mindset to toxic positivity. Is it a heartfelt story or a devious one? So much wiggle room for the optimistic writer. Go where the prompt leads!
Mom was always optimistic, perhaps too much positive at times. Her kids learned to ignore her most of the time, but there were instances when she got on their nerves.
When her eldest went through a bad divorce, mom tried to buck her up with positive things in the whole situation, it backfired.
Whenever the younger got into a power struggle with her in-laws’ mom tried to point out the positives about them; the daughter stopped discussing her issues.
When mom got seriously ill, they wanted to cheer her up, give her hope. But it wasn’t needed, she knew!
Word count; 99
Written in response to 99 Word Story, hosted by Charli Mills