I wasn’t planning on flying two weeks after hip surgery, but I did. Southwest made the journey home for my Grandma’s funeral a smooth one. Flying while on crutches is exhausting even though someone was wheeling me around from gate to gate. I had forgotten how green it is here. I had forgotten how much… Continue reading Unplanned
I learned that on Tuesday my grandmother died. Over the past six months, she had declined severely from dementia, almost certainly Alzheimer’s disease, but she passed away peacefully. And I feel anything but peace. Numbness sometimes, pain others. My life events are precariously stacked this year, like a life-sized Jenga game. Some moved by choice,… Continue reading Devastated
Oh holy smokes, how is it the end of June? It felt like June 19–my surgery date–would never get here, and now time is flying by. I’m now 10 days post-op. I woke up on June 19 (at 3:30 a.m., mind you, because we had the long drive to Albuquerque) and thought to myself, “My… Continue reading Post-op
I’ll be undergoing hip surgery in June. This comes as somewhat of a shock to me, but I made the decision with a clear head and the support of my friends and family because, frankly, I’ve been in pain for months and it’s affecting my quality of life. When I wake up in the morning,… Continue reading It’s hip to be round
Having uprooted myself from a good teaching job that brought with it constant exposure to air pollution, poor water quality, and exacerbation of my husband’s (many) food allergies (among other things listed in previous blog posts while abroad), I find myself in New Mexico, a beautiful place with epic scenery, fresh air, and bad drivers.… Continue reading Rootless
Should I be at work when I can barely turn my head? Should I push myself when using my arms creates pain so sharp, so severe it feels like a sickle driven into my spine at precisely the place where the tag on my shirt rests? Should I soldier on even though pain medication isn’t even dulling the agony?
I’m not really looking to fit in, but I am looking to feel at home. And so begin our lives as transplants.