Wonder Wench Writes

… and I look in the mirror and think, “Okay, smart ass, what are you going to complain about today?”

 Gaby Giffords walks, for heaven’s sake … and if she does complain, I don’t think anyone hears her because she makes sure they don’t.  She is looking forward to going completely back to work in Arizona and making the boys in Congress sit up and pay attention.  Now there is a woman of great worth.

 And the lads and lasses who come home from overseas wounded and hurt, inside and out, they put everything they have left … and in some cases it ain’t much, Big Louie … but they spend all their hearts on getting better.  Not just well, but BETTER than they were before they went to war.

 … and I look in the mirror …

 Oh, I bitch and moan when things hurt or I can’t do what I used to do.  I sometimes think the biggest thing I learned when I got hurt was how to complain.  I try not to, you know, but that sure doesn’t always work.  At least not for me.  Typing this blog takes two fingers now; it used to take all ten and there weren’t many who could out-type me for speed and accuracy.  I used to ride horses; not famously but well enough to win ribbons at shows and walk around (easily) with a shit-eating grin on my face.

 I used to … and I look in the mirror …

 And I remind myself that I can still do that, at least …

2 Responses to “Wonder Wench Writes”

  1. Brenda Summer says:

    You may not be able to ride the horses anymore, or type with 10 fingers,
    but what you had learned to do with those 2 fingers is incredible. It is funny – I never you heard you complain once after the accident. You are one of the kindest women I ever met. With all that you went through, I still think you deserve the right to walk around with a shit-eating grin on your face.
    I love to read your comments, and I want to thank you for today’s post, it brought me back to reality. I sat around today sad in my own self pity not realizing how wonderful I do have it. I have my health, great husband, family and a Senior, and what I don’t have, I have the ability or resources to get it. So my friend, Thank you!

  2. Carole says:

    Dear Wonder Wench:

    I know whereof you speak! I had a 100 ton captains’ license at the age of 19 – owned my own 28 foot sportfisherman and ran it with gusto. I’d always been very athletic – a competitive and distance swimmer, used to outshoot the guys at basketball, etc etc. I always prided myself on my strength, and rarely needed help getting things done. Even as a “senior”, not much slowed me down.
    Then I became a breast cancer survivor. The meds I take cause a LOT of bone and muscle pain – but the prospect of cancer returning makes continuing to take them a no-brainer. However, it’s no fun getting up each day feeling like some miserable gnome gleefully whacked each and every vertebra with a mallet. Besides that, various other body parts have decided to revolt and give me grief. Some of it may be related to the medication – but the result is the same – it slows me down, and makes me hurt.
    I resolved early on that I was not going to let this beat me. I’ve made it a contest – who will win – the pain and stiff joints and ligaments, or me!
    Sure – I’ve had to give up a lot (like you). It’s not really feasible for me to be running boats, taking folks fishing for the day and gaffing fish – nor big game fishing, either anymore. I do miss those days behind the wheel (believe it or not, a boat (to some) is like a living, breathing thing — and I miss my “baby” and those days and nights on the ocean.) I am back to swimming a mile at the local rec 3 or more days a week. I used to do it in 1/4 mile increments – but in the last few weeks, I’ve been able to do it in one fell swoop – which is the way I always used to do it years ago. That’s one small victory.
    Treasure the wonderful things (and people) in your life. And, as it sounds like you have been doing, try to regain some of the capabilities you had, even if in smaller measure. No one and nothing can take away who you are!!! You write a mean blog, lady!!!
    As for complaining — hell, that’s a louie-louie lass’ birthright, for gosh sakes!!!! There’s nothing like a little (or even a lot on occasion) venting to make one feel better. So, vent away!!! I’m sure you have friends and children who call you to vent? I sure do. I treasure those moments. When my favorite stepdaughter calls to do so — and after a particularly long session, I’ll ask her “Now, doesn’t that feel better???!!!” She always agrees that it does. I’m sure you have a buddy or two who will gladly listen when you feel the need!
    My mother, who was very wise, had a few sayings. One was “It could always be worse.”, which is what I think you were saying.
    You’re tough — and you WILL beat this!