I’m at the doctor’s office. I seem to be spending a lot of time here these days, with my once-a-week appointments to see how my recovery is going. I like my doctor, but I like saying hello to him on the concourse at the hockey games much more than I like having to come see him here, if you know what I mean.
Although I have a lot I want to say, about what things are like for me these days after the accident, I’m afraid to sound like I’m whining. I know that there are a lot of people who have it worse than me — probably even sitting in this waiting room — but my life has been turned upside-down.
Still — it’s all rattling around in my head and it wants out. Maybe I should just do one big blog post about it and then people who want to skip it can, and it will be out of my head …
(Posted “out and about” via my smartphone…)













Aw, come on, Karen. Your incessant whining in print about anything would be interesting because you write with such literary magnificence. Bring it on. I need the inspiration.
More please! It’s not whining. It’s called “sharing your experience”. It’s what makes us human