Sunday, August 2, 2015

MY GREAT HIATUS


I feel a bit like Sherlock Holmes who eventually—and to the surprise of many—returned to 221B Baker Street after falling off Reichenbach Falls. 

Not that I see myself as any sort of latter-day incarnation of the world's most famous consulting detective. Rather, it's merely that rumors and mutterings of his apparent death, while locked in mortal combat with the evil Professor Moriarty, proved blessedly premature. 

When he did eventually return to his work and lodgings, that period of prolonged absence came to be known ever after as the Great Hiatus.

I never fell over a falls, or down a rabbit hole. Nether have I heard actual rumors and mutterings of my own demise, though several concerned friends—knowing I'd been desperately sick and didn't seem to be getting well—were worried enough to email and check about the seriousness of things given my continued silence. 

The truth is, I was worried too. The illness that began way back in May carried all through June and most of July. I saw doctors, took regimes of various antibiotics and other medications, and felt too bad to do much of anything other than rest. But none of it helped…or maybe it did, but only in that it kept things from turning even worse.

However, the good—no, great!—news is that a bit more than a week ago I started to improve. And by the middle of this past week I was not only back to normal, but better than normal—the best I've felt in several years. So good that I've been able to finally start work on the cottage which I'd planned to begin this spring.

I didn't want to write this report until I had something positive to say. And I wanted to be sure, because I know everyone is tired of hearing and reading my posts whining about being sick, feeling bad, blah, blah, blah. 

Believe me, I was tired of writing them. 

So have returned from my own Great Hiatus, I'll now get back to posting here—probably not daily, given all the projects I need to finish on the cottage—but regularly. And making photos, even if it's just a half-hour stop somewhere on the way to or from the building supplies or grocery store. 

To those who kept me in your thoughts and prayers, thank you—sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. It meant more than you can imagine. And I have no doubt it made all the difference. 

As the Godfather of Soul so inimitably said: I FEEL GOOD! 

     

16 comments:

Bonnie said...

So good to hear you have regained your health, Grizz. Perhaps you will share the progress of your project with a few photos here! Stay well.

Gail said...

My dear friend Grizz - I was about to email you again since some time had passed and then, voila!! Here you are, and better than ever. I am SO, SO relieved with and for you, and SO, SO happy for you - hallelujah!! Prayers do get answered exactly as they are said - Amen, praise the Lord!! Enjoy your Sunday and days of all -
Love to you
Gail
peace.....

John said...

I sure am glad to read of your return and improved health. I was one of those who missed you, I am just delighted to read of your return to a sharing production once again. Welcome back!

John

Penny said...

So glad you are now OK, I was getting worried about your long absence. Look forward to your postings in the future.

Out To Pasture said...

Really glad to know you are feeling so much better and look forward to more of your wit and to more lovely photos like your hummingbird and monarda bloom. Yay!!!
Florence

Grizz………… said...

Bonnie…

I still tire easily, but I feel better than I have in a long, long time.

As to the projects…I'm sort of taking one wall at a time, in this case a hallway that leads into the kitchen. I've built (though not painted or trimmed) a pantry, and yesterday, began enlarging and redoing the linen closet with bifold doors. Next I'll do walls. build a door for my writing room, then come back up the opposite wall. After that flooring. Then redo the kitchen, great room, bathroom, and my work room. Lord knows how long it will take—but I have a plan in my head and lots of enthusiasm, and will get there if I can stay well.

I will try and share some photos as I finish various portions.

Grizz………… said...

Gail…

Well I finally turned some sort of corner. Two visits to Urgent Care, one trip to the ER, five doctor appointments to two different docs, three different antibiotic regimens—one twice—plus one Z-Pac, an inhaler, steroids, and a jumbo bottle of jim-dandy cough syrup. And up until a few days ago I wasn't much better than when I started. But finally something clicked…and I think it was all the prayers from all the folks. And I really am feeling good—full of energy (though I still have to rest occasionally) and rarin' to go. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for such a blessing.

Grizz………… said...

John…

Trust me—you can't be any more glad and delighted to find me back than I am to be here. Especially feeling good and ready to work. And I will be writing and sharing photos. I miss doing the blog and connecting with folks. Did your move to a home deal work out?

Grizz………… said...

Penny…

I'm sorry you were worried, but thank you for being concerned. I was really pretty sick. But now now! I feel good and I promise you'll see regular posts.

Grizz………… said...

Out To Pasture …

I've missed most of the bergamot blooms this year—and thus a lot of hummingbird photo opportunities. Fact is, I've missed a ton of stuff I'd planned to photograph. But there's always something new, as the seasons roll one into another. I'm so happy to be feeling better. Thank you for your nice words.

Scott said...

Grizz: It's good to hear that you're on the road to recovery and feeling so much better. Two summers ago, I had (what turned out to be) mononucleosis, but it baffled the doctors and it laid me low for months, so I know whereof you speak.

John said...

Grizz ...

Not yet. dealing with people through a bureaucracy is an exercise in developing patience. One that often feels as if one is being neglected, not fully seen or understood. Personally i am using this temporary impasse as a foundation upon which to lay down a healthy sense of gallows humor. it helps to keep me from crying.

Grizz………… said...

Scott…

It's no fun being laid low by some sort of illness—and when you don't seem to be making progress, and no one can actually tell you the cause…well, it just adds a layer of discouragement to the whole affair. But I'm glad you managed to recover anyway, as I apparently have. Feeling good is lots better than feeling bad.

Grizz………… said...

John…

In theory, bureaucracies should be good and useful things. In place to serve the needs of those who grace their office and services. In practice, they tend to make me awesomely crazy. One indeed needs a passel of patience, a willingness to ignore stupidity, laziness, pettiness, and those little dictators whose fiefdoms you're entering, to whom you must bow and scrape appropriately rather than grasp them by their scrawny necks and shake them until your wishes have been agreed upon and your deal met.

Keep the faith, my friend, and your cool. And poke plenty of pins into those dolls—a good hex will work wonders.

giggles said...

Welcome back!! I'm so very glad to hear you are feeling so good, finally!

Anonymous said...

Giggles...

Thank you, it's good to feel good again. I thought for a while that was never going to happen. Please forgive the delay in replying. I've been working on house projects and not paying good attention to other things.