The first time my husband had surgery (six years ago) I couldn't read any fiction for two years. And I'm a person who normally always has a book going, otherwise I feel insecure. This time around, I can still read, but I don't seem to have much talk in me. Again, as you all know by now, normally I'm a big blabber, words just flowing out like beer at a keg party. But now I can't think of anything much to say to anyone. My wonderful family calls on the phone and I just say, "Well, his stomach's not working on his own yet, so we're just waiting. That's about all that's going on...." I have thank you letters to write to the many friends who were so kind and generous, and generating even more than "Thanks" seems impossible.
I guess I'm just worn out. I know, this too shall pass, and I hope some of you will still be there when I remember how much I love words and how fun they are to put together into sentences. Till then, much love to all of you.