First, thank you for your get well wishes regarding my skin cancer surgery on Thursday last week. I was (and am) grateful to all of you each time I crawled out of bed to reconnect with the world for an hour or so. Oliver the cat was not as sympathetic, expressing most vocally his displeasure that I was not available for playtime during the past three days.
If one must have surgery, this is the way to do it. I have not used the heavy-duty pain pills the surgeon prescribed, nor even Tylenol. I’ve had hangnails that hurt worse than this.
What I was not prepared for was the fatigue, particularly since the surgery was done with a local anesthetic. I slept so much that time got confused and all day Saturday, I thought it was Sunday. The upside is that it feels like I gained a day in my life.
I will ask the surgeon when I see him later this week, but I suspect the fatigue is related to age, that our bodies in the upper decades of life are not as efficient at recovery as when we were younger. At any age, however, it is important to rest after being cut open. The body does not know the difference between a tidy scalpel wound and a messy stabbing from a mugger. It knows only that it has a lot of repair work to do.
In my case, the “fuzzies” have now lifted from my brain, I am among the conscious again and except for favoring the two surgical sites until they are healed, life has returned to normal.
I was pleased to run across a story from 12 March in the Spokane Spokesman-Review that uses “elderbloggers” in the headline and throughout the story. The word did not exist until one of the BlogHer founders, Elisa Camahort, coined it (and I immediately adopted it) for panel I appeared on at the 2006 SXSW conference in Austin and since then, I have suggested the word (well, maybe tried to browbeat) every reporter who has interviewed me into using it.
Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don’t, but the unnamed Spokesman-Review writer didn’t contact me which means the word is gaining ground outside our corner of the blogosphere.