It’s the last full day of our cruise, and I’m sitting in the restaurant waitingfor brunch to be served.
Yesterday we explored the Bahamas a little and bought a few souvenirs. It took us a while to find or way around, particularly since we visited the non-tourist section first. We did get to visit the jail turned library. Plus we got invited to do drugs out by the old monastery. So I guess that’s the true native experience!
We’ve been having a blast, mostly just enjoying the lack of chores and the infinite ability to sleep. We’ve had some fun posing for formal photos, but so far only one or two have really turned out. Plus, our budget is pretty non-existent.
Off to enjoy the view,
So far, I’ve been loving the cruise. The food is actually pretty amazing, which is saying something considering that I usually could care less about food and forget meals and the like. The chef has been fairly accommodating, which is excellent for someone with food allergies.
Alana amd I make quite the interesting pair since she is recovering from a concussion and I from a hip dislocation. The sangeee of us falling is high, and we’ve had quite a few near misses, me more than her.
That said, we’ve been sleeping the majority of the time. Today I did get to it to the pool and hot tub which is good for my hip. I also managef to finish reading a book I started the day before. Tonight was the elegant night, so aafter dinner we got our photos taken around some of the backdrops. Then we came back to the room for a movie.
Tomorrow is aan early day on land, so as our maitre-d’ likes to say: ciao for now!
Ready to go (they have less to pack)
I’m headed to the clinic of St. Jude tomorrow. I’m ready for this to be my last trip but I’m excited to see Bethany and Alana and my favorite musician.
Then I’ll get to go on my first cruise.
So much more exciting than today. Or at least more fun and relaxing.
I found out this afternoon that one of the reasons I had been feeling particularly terrible these past few days is because I had a dislocated femur. Ugh, some days I hate having Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. Anyhow, after I got home from getting that reset, I found that Alana had just got home from the ER where she had been treating after smashing her head into a slab of concrete. I guess that can also be considered exciting but it’s the kind of drama I can live without. Seriously, I think it’s time for a vacation. Don’t you think?
Back to packing,
I’ve been rather absent from the blog for a number of reasons, but one of them is because I ran my finger through a sewing machine making a wedding gift for two of my close friends. Using my right index finger was out of the question for a while there, so updating the blog wasn’t high on my list of priorities.
I’m still healing in that respect, but I also finally got a smart phone which means that I can actually post pictures to instagram! Since a picture is worth a thousand words, its much easier on my healing finger.
I’ve posted a few pictures of my first sewing project since the accident. I made a beach coverup from some vibtage sheets I got at a thrift store a while back. You see, on one of my bad fays last week, I decided that I needed an actual vacation that didnt involve doctors and hospitals and all of that. So I convinced Alana to book a cruise with me that leaves fairly soonly. That meant all of a sudden that I needed beach & pool attire. And since we prpmised each other that we were doing this on a budget, I’m trying to avoid spending too much money on supplies.
Which means time to move past that trauma of the accident and sew again. So I successfully made an article of clothing (which is itself its own miracle) and am therefore closer to being set to go. Now I think I’m just waiting for my barhing suit to come in the mail to see if I will have the retro look or the color-coordinated one. ‘Twill be interesting for certain sure.
Be sure to check out those instagram photos. I know that Molly would live your feedback & patronage.
What Molly observed today when I ate my chocolate fix before my post-work nap:
Nice try, Dove. Unfortunately I have an early shift tomorrow as well. Maybe it’s talking about sleeping late in the day? Now that sounds like a plan!!
Kelly suggested that I look into yet another personality test, so I took the 120 question over at learnmyself.com. It’s unbelievably accurate, just like she said. Except for one thing. It says that I turn my nose up at the arts. And I feel incredibly the opposite about arts.
I think this description captures me to a T:
You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge; however, high levels of stress can lead to you feeling panic or confusion, but usually you cope with day to day pressures. You tend to feel overwhelmed by, and therefore actively avoid, large crowds. You often need privacy and time for yourself. You prefer the security and stability brought by conformity to tradition. You find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfilment rather than self-sacrifice; however, you are willing to take credit for good things that you do but you don’t often talk yourself up much. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives.
Some more food for thought.
It’s interesting how citizenship in the kingdom of the sick works. Almost always you get inducted without permission (or even your knowledge) and citizenship is irrevocable. With time comes knowledge that only an insider can gain. As time passes, one becomes more and more connected to other citizens even if your journey to citizenship is vastly different.
I write today as part of the effort to give a voice to those who have fallen victim to asbestos poisoning. Heather asked me to spread the word about mesothelioma, a rare and deadly cancer caused by exposure to asbestos. What she didn’t know was how close to home this hits.
As a young high schooler, it was my first real connection with death and mortality. I remember visiting my friend’s house one summer and spending a lot of time with her family. I remember being there every day for a week, and laughing and making fun of her dad who was so tall that he had to duck to come through a doorway. We even have pictures of our two families together.
I later learned that he got diagnosed with mesthelioma that week. It was the beginning of a very difficult journey for this family. Robert was given only months to live and deteriorated very rapidly. At his funeral, hundreds of people talked about his service to the church and to the community. I knew him as a hilarious father and a Sunday School teacher, but I realized that there was a whole other side of him that I never even encountered. I remember learning that he was exposed to asbestos as a high school graduate when he spent one summer working in a warehouse. I remember wondering what he did to deserve this. Did God not reward those who were hard-working and God-fearing? How could this illness so insidiously break up this family? How could someone who wasn’t even “old” die?
I wish I could tell my young self that that’s not how life works. Doing good and being pious don’t guarantee immortality. As humans, our days are numbered. It’s more about making the days we have count than the quantity of days we have. Citizenship in the kingdom of the sick doesn’t come by choice. We don’t have control over when we are naturalized and why. Sometimes there are things that could theoretically be controlled (like exposure to asbestos). Sometimes deficiencies are in our genes.
Today I choose to remember Robert for who he was and for what he did for me and for my friend. I encourage you to take a look at Heather’s story and become familiar with the continued presence of asbestos in our life. Most of all, know that illness strikes all kinds of people in many different ways; every one of them could use the support & encouragement of community.
From my heart,