Monday, October 21, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
"Faisal, you've been awfully slow sometimes, lately - almost catatonic." Zara has stood by me, as doggies are wont to do, as have several friends, as have you, perhaps, who is reading this...anaesthesia is like a boxing match, to me, in from out of which you've been knocked.
This quote I carry in my wallet:
"In the world you have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
The winds that blew me off my feet
( Where now is the Paraclete? )
and blew my head around a bit
blew my context - that was it.
Now I'm sort of getting by
( Who's that person I call "I"? )
and picking up the parts that fell -
and what was whole - to get me well.
The winds are gusting round me still
( Whyever do they gust so shrill? ),
but I am quiet and equipped
to mend, if slightly chipped.
Faisal Grant, 09/10/2013.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Here I was thinking only old and reckless people got them. Humph!
As you can see though, post-op, I've made it intact to my own room-with-a-view at The Alfred Hospital...
They forget, of course, that patients may like a glass of champagne after surgery, but I guess having a fine surgeon makes up for the omission. Besides, I did at least get a few cigarettes out on the windswept street, clad in my hospital-wear, no-one battering an eyelid...
I was writing this as part of my self-devised therapy before I'd got home, longing as I was to see my Very Patient Curly-Tailed Woofer. I'm delighting now to be sliding into low gear - no more hard labour for this old and reckless man!
Is this the beginning of a new lightness and nimbleness?