We are a distracted world. Look around you, wherever you go, people are looking down at their phones. In France, most everyone walks around tethered to their phones by a lariat around the neck, all ages and genders – exactly like Grandma Ada and her assisted-living cohorts.
Not me. I lose my phone on a regular basis. For awhile I liked the whole Millennial, ‘shove it into your back jean’s pocket’ approach; but after a near drowning in the toilet and the switch to yoga pants I’ve just given up. The worst is when I’ve switched off the ringer, which i do on a regular basis, then all bets are off. I might find it poised on the toaster in the kitchen, or buried in the bedsheets! Bob, the Saint of Lost Things, usually saves the day.
The Groom thinks losing my cell is a good sign, it means I’m not so attached to a screen. I thought it meant early onset dementia.
This morning I got a bit of bad news at the spine doctor’s office. He pulled up the CT scan from the day of my injury over a month ago and compared it to the one taken yesterday. It looks like the odontoid fracture of my neck (C2), isn’t healing as well as we all hoped. He wants me to wear my cervical (C) collar for another month and then we can reevaluate – surgery is still a possibility. Living in a state of flux, not knowing if I’m one wrong step away from disaster, is not what I wanted to hear.
“I don’t like the distraction,” the doctor said.
In orthopedic speak, a distraction is the separation of the odontoid via the longitudinal axis. It was a small chasm on the computer screen between the fulcrum that allows my head to turn. My eyes could see it, but my brain wasn’t processing his words. He was explaining the types of surgery he might attempt on my balsa bones and I’m sure Bob was listening but I’d tuned out. The holidays would go on without me.
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I’ll deal with that next year.
It’s warming up again here in Nashville, from 17 degrees to 57 in a few days, so I can walk outside which is my best therapy. We all walked to the Farmers Market on Saturday after a quick breakfast of Nutella crepes at the Bride’s house. It was a beautiful, sunny crisp day. She whipped her scarf around my neck to hide the dreaded C collar and we laughed to think I could look semi-normal. The good news is I can sleep with a soft collar now.
Have you heard that Australia is banning social media for children under the age of 16? That high schools that ban cell phones are happier places – less disciplinary calls and more student achievement? I think I’ll keep my phone on silent for a few days, let Bob turn his notifications on. Also, I’m less likely to be scammed. Let me know what you’re streaming since I’m all about distracting myself this holiday season.










