“Wounding and healing are not opposites. They’re part of the same thing. It is our wounds that enable us to be compassionate with the wounds of others. It is our limitations that make us kind to the limitations of other people. It is our loneliness that helps us to find other people or to even know they’re alone with an illness. I think I have served people perfectly with parts of myself I used to be ashamed of. ”
~ Rachel Naomi Remen
“I choose to write because it’s perfect for me. It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide. It’s a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It’s a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own. It’s a book, when I need to be somewhere else. It’s control, when I feel so out of control. It’s healing, when everything seems pretty messed up.
And it’s fun, when life is just flat-out boring.”
~ Alysha Speer
There’s nothing much to report here. Nicole is still in bed, and I growl when she tries to get up. This tactic seems to be working.
I have patented a new anti-movement device. In the picture above it might look like I am napping, but this is in fact my new motion-sensor facility. It works really well. She hasn’t tricked me yet!
Anyway, she has one week and six days left on these drugs. We are counting every hour. In the meantime I am telling her all of the good recipes she can blog for you. Roast-a-rama. All kinds of meat pizza. Bones with sauce. Barbeque meats. She can test them on me and Harry so we know they’re good for you.
Okay, I have to wake my patient up. It’s drug time. Be kind to yourselves today and remember that napping is an art form that must be practiced to be perfected. I hope you do some practice this weekend.
Sincerely, Nurse Bert xoxo