Saturday, April 08, 2006

The Brighter Side of Adversity by John

Up till now, I've been focusing on all the negatives, and suffice it to say after having lost the use of my body there wasn't much positive going for me at the time, but there was one big exception: the support of my family.

I cannot stress enough how much strength and solace I gained from them. At my entire stay at Baylor Memorial, which was about a month, between my mother and father and brother and sister, I was never without a family member at my side. And what a difference it made.

Looking back on it, I don't know I would have survived the ordeal without them. I would have, of course, but it would have added another dimension of hell to my already bleak mental state.

The presence of my family being there provided for me a backdrop of warmhearted familiarity; I was surrounded by the people that meant the most to me, and just having them there gave me a sense of ease that I would not have had otherwise.

In addition, having someone there around the clock really made a difference. Whether it was my dad or mom or my brother or sister, it was someone I could talk to to take my mind off the reality of the situation, someone I knew closely; someone I had spent my life with thus giving us a lifetime of experiences with which to talk about. Plus, it can never be underestimated the value of having someone there to scratch one's nose when one cannot do it for oneself.

There were many other amenities that my family members provided for me that one takes for granted when one has the use of one's hands besides scratching itches, but that one ranks right near the top. One particular task that was provided was changing tapes in my Walkman, which I listened to a lot.

Having moved to Dallas without my Walkman and tapes, in lieu of bringing them down from Virginia, my sister went shopping for a new Walkman along with a list of tapes that I'd given her. She also bought me a set of books on tape, a collection of short stories by Stephen King who was one of my favorite authors.

It was that night or the next that I had my dad put in the first tape. For the first 15 minutes or so things were fine, but at some point the story I started getting really scared, and I had to ask my dad to stop the tape. I found it a bit embarrassing having never been scared like that from a novel with the exception of when years before I began reading Alien laying on the living room couch, after having seen the movie five times I might add. It was in the wee hours of the morning that I was nearing the end of the book, and as I lay facing the front door I was certain that the creature was on the other side ready to burst in and attack me. It seems funny now, but at the time I was very much scared. But getting back to the Stephen King tapes, I stuck to music tapes from then on out

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1 Comments:

At 2:54 AM, Blogger The Ginger Darlings said...

Pet Cemetary used to be on the radio in the uk. I couldn't listen to the radio when it was on, it terrified me. Not only that but when I knew it was on at 11.30 on a thursday I was still scared.
Have you heard of Daisy machines? You should be able to activate Daisy books through your pc using Dragon. Then you could turn it on and off yourself.
Email me: jackie@jackiemorris.co.uk
My partner, who is a lovely man, works in astistive technology with the open university in the UK. He may have useful info.
Stephen King is a master of scaring people, getting under the skin and activating all the bits that make your hair stand on end.
love from
Jackie and the ginger cats

 

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