Gentle readers, I am writing to you from the uncomfortable chair of hubby's hospital room. All is well. Put worry aside. We've finally done the full knee replacement we'd hoped to delay. (Hubby is a little young for it.) Multiple knee surgeries over the years couldn't help. Recent MRI showed zero cartilage, new spurs since last January's most recent surgery, bone remodeling, and something the orthopedist pointed to on the imaging and said, "Well, that's just not right."
So, at 4 am Wednesday morning we staggered out of bed, toddled off to hospital, coughed up a big fat check for deductible and annual out-0f-pocket maximum, and we were in surgery by 7:30 a.m.
I say "we." No one cut on me, but in the best relationships isn't it always "we?" I think so. We're a unit and have been since the day we met. That mindset works for us. We each have separate careers, friends and hobbies. We aren't joined at the hip, but we are always connected.
I like that. I mentioned in a comment on our blog, that marriage was a lifestyle that suited us. "Us against the world" is nice. Family, hubby, dearest friends or kids...it's always nice to know you're connected.
And here's the kicker. This blog began as a little riff on hospital amenities these days. I thought I had something clever to say about being connected electronically and how the world has changed, how dependent we are on our band width that I would be in the hospital with my husband and still blogging. But that observation isn't what came out of my fingertips.
Writing is like that sometimes. The deeper meaning of your scene rises to the surface just in time to give you the most wonderful bit of fiction, extra depth, juice you can use to push the emotions. We just have to be willing to connect, to see where it takes us.
Are you willing? Do you plan your writing or your life and then see the connections rise to the surface, and trust them to steer your direction?