IN NEED OF AN INTERVENTION

The mind of a writer can be a truly convoluted thing, completely out of touch with reality. Well, not out of touch so much as looking at the world through unique lenses. Even if we're in the middle of a crises demanding our full attention a part of us stands off to the side scribbling notes. Instead of just wanting to give the driver who rear-ended us a piece of our mind, we analyse what we're feeling and jot that down. Not only that, we do our darndest to sneak into the mind of the so and so who messed up our day and analyse what they're experiencing. As to whether that gives us added empathy, I don't know. I rather suspect we're so busy mining the potential for human understanding which can then enrichen our characters, that empathy stops.

So why did I come up with that topic today?

Tomorrow morning bright and early (like 5:30 a.m.) I'll arrive at the local hospital and begin the process of becoming bionic woman. I've worn out both my hips and will start with getting the worst replaced. People keep asking if I'm nervous which kind of surprises me. Are you kidding, anything has to be better than more hobbling around. I've researched and researched, gone through the hospital orientation, looked at my Xrays, talked to the dr, picked up more Internet 'knowledge' than is probably good for me. Now, in addition to getting an appliance that will set off airline detection systems installed in my body, I'll spend several days in a new to me environment. I'm all but a surgery virgin. Now, once my mind clears, I'll get to study medical personnel, other patients, family members, in short anyone who comes close enough for me to train a writer's magnifying glass on. I'm actually going to bring along my notebook.

On that note, its time to do some packing. See you all on the flip side.

Vonna

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