This morning there were no highfalutin dreams and we have been up to the chemist to stash up on prescription drugs and to order the hospital bed to be delivered prior to my scheduled operation. Hopefully this will go ahead as planned but I did get some more opium painkillers as a contingency. In a weeks time I should have a bionic hip and a nice scar. I will be wearing compression stockings and doing heparin injections. I will probably be more than a little off my face on morphine or some such.
Whatever happened before the operation will be pretty much wiped from my memory, not completely but there will be little importance attached. There is nothing which can be done in response to some of the things suggested thematically in dreams. They can just float on by like little fluffy clouds. The moment, if there ever was one, will have passed, like so many moments before. It is unlikely to be revived. Dreams may say otherwise but the aperture in the web of life will close.
Christmas will arrive like a commercial nightmare and the collective folly will be everywhere.
Life will be physio and slowly finding my feet with a different physical reality. The ligaments, tendons and muscles are too short and they will need some stretching. The theory is that most of my back pain has been due to the hip{s}. We shall see if the surgery proves this theory or not. There are a few more tasks to be done and the idea is to cook up some spicy food to put in the freezer. In general I am the curry/spice cook so I won’t be doing that for a while.
Things turn out the way things turn out. No biggie, that is just how things happen and are. It is foolish to stress on what might have been…
I will get to wear pyjamas for a few days which will be novel…we even bought a flannel to put in the wash bag…it will never get used…but they were insistent that I had one…
Dreamyoga 