I once heard the poet, Lyn Hejenian say that when she went to see the doctor, she took a giant volume of the French Critic, Kristeva with her. She was a patient who could crack Kristeva! She was Somebody.
Since Tuesday, I've been wallowing in self pity, pain and general discomfort, reduced by it all to a Convalescent Crabby-Pants. So, imagine my joy when I received an email from a June bride who aplologized for bothering me, but was going to pick out linens for her country wedding next week and wondered if I had any suggestions. She attached examples of ideas and colors.
Bothered? I am NOT a Convalescent Crabby Pants afterall! I'm a Floral Designer! I'm needed to give suggestions to my bride. Thank You!
No matter how wonderful a hospital staff is, no matter the expertise of the doctor, the quality of the food, or the view, the loving care of a partner, keeping oneself WHO one is as a patient, can be hard without the trappings of our art, our expertise, our thoughts, our clothes, our style, our criticisms, our witticisms, our passions.
So, thank you, Rebecca!! I'm looking through your proposal and I'll be getting back to you tonight!