Is a woman still a woman if she no longer has a uterus?
Wait! Please don’t leave, I’m totally shitting you.
Here’s the real question I’ve been asking myself… Was Einstein recovering from major surgery when he came up with his theory of relativity?
I mean, how did my 6 weeks off work go by so quickly but this first week back at work moved like cold molasses?
Seriously people, Monday was interminable. At one point I checked my watch, sure that it was at least 2pm, and it was only 10:15. You can extrapolate to figure out how long the rest of the week was.
Do you remember the summers of your childhood? Just like Bryan Adams’ “Summer of ’69”, they seemed to last forever. I even remember becoming a little bored at the end and wishing for school to start. Can you even fathom that now?
I had 6 weeks off work to recover from a couple of surgeries, one of which removed the aforementioned uterus. Granted, I did sleep the entire first month away and was practically housebound due to physical infirmity, but I can honestly say that time whizzed by and I ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING!
Sorry to yell at you, but I’m sure you can understand my frustration.
I didn’t blog. I didn’t write. I didn’t paint. I didn’t even do laundry…
I see now that I was incredibly naive when I boldly declared to my writing group, “I’m going to use the time to finish my book!”
Even though friends and doctors tried to prepare me, I just didn’t anticipate the sheer magnitude of full body fatigue I would experience as I recovered. Or, as I neared the end of the recovery, how strong the inertia would be when I finally attempted to get my sorry ass into a vertical position.
So, here I am… semi-upright and back to work. Do I miss my uterus? Hell, no!
I do, however, miss those 6 weeks of leisure now that they are gone.
What would you do if you had 6 weeks off from the responsibilities of life?