Archive for November, 2007

Shredding Time

I hope my body’s not planning on doubling back to any old nasty habit of waking up at ungodly hours.

Zaman’s pendulum wall clock recently struck 3 a.m in our living room, I woke up and decided, wehey, I have an urge to write.

Pendulum clocks, and especially this one hanging on our wall, used to give me a foreboding feeling. For a while I had trouble remembering to wind it up, hence it would eventually stop ticking after about a week. These days I have a tendency to wind it up every time I’m in the living room. Neither is a preferable option if you ask me.

Speaking of time, how many of you have a chainsaw in your closet or car trunk/boot? My husband does and he’s just put it to some good use. We’ve had a large shabby pine tree standing in our garden, with an awkward lean. To add to the drama, our cars are parked just underneath. Hence there wasn’t much to consider apart from taking the 60-something year old grand lady down. We will definitely not have trouble keeping the house warm this winter.

I should also give praise to the woodchipper. All branches and twigs less than 5 cm in diameter are fed into my grandfather’s passed on electrical shredder by Maria. When first gazing up at the mountain of twigs and branches, I thought this is going to be one menial task. However, I’m finding that I’m loving it, standing outside in freezing gorgeous weather, shredding wood, hour after hour…



The question that has followed most conversations I’ve had when discussing my “miraculous” recovery is whether I am back at work. My neurologist has said that I should remain on sick-leave until the end of January. I thought at first he was a bit over-doing it. On one hand, I feel good apart from bouts of tiredness. On the other hand, I think I’m going to let him decide this one for me.

Although I have a piece of paper stating that I’m in the clear for now, I find it a bit hard to believe at times. I still feel like a kid not being allowed to drive the car, I still have to pop anti-epileptics every day, I still think about my near death experience every day, I go to therapy and I seek more of it around me, every day.

I’ve been preparing a speech for a Toastmaster breakfast meeting tomorrow and decided in the end to bail out. It’s one thing to bail out of a speech but I’m not about to go and bail out on my family, work, friends…

I’m convinced that I will get back into the ropes of the “real world”. I’m probably going to miss the time I’ve had to pursue new areas of study, pondering over life, death and the meaning of life. Speaking of study, there are so many ways of going about it these days:

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