Hiatus (noun) /hīˈātəs/ - a pause or gap in a series sequence or process
This was not what I had intended to be writing about.
In fact… scalding my right hand was not what I had intended to do at all.
But I did… and it stopped me completely in my tracks.
They say that things happen for a reason… and now that I’ve had two weeks in bandages to think about it I’m sure they [whoever they are] were right.
I’ve had time to contemplate the gift of two hands.
It’s funny the things we take for granted. Like having two hands to do things with.
Two hands to type… text… write… [not to mention paint]… dress… cook and feed myself… and move house!
Just when I had finally found the perfect place too.
I had been searching for this place since my return from Europe.
Then almost ironically… the place found me.
It’s right across from the beach.
The perfect place to live and work.
I couldn’t believe my luck.
It was a silly accident really. A momentary lapse. And then… oh ouch… the hot spaghetti tumbled [still boiling] out of the pot and all over my hand instead of into the waiting colander. Then came the excruciating pain… as the hand continued to go on burning long after all attempts to cool it had failed.
The result was partial thickness burns to both sides of my right hand with spaghetti welts across my palm for added creative effect [hey I'm an artist who clearly doesn't do anything by halves] LOL
That was two weeks ago… [the night before I was set to move in]
I’ve been on kind of a steep learning curve since then [grin]
Fortunately the hand is now healing well.
But the whole experience has changed me in a number of ways [nothing is ever for nothing]
I’ve had to adapt and learn to do things kacky handed.
The left hand that was next to useless just a couple of short weeks ago… can now work miracles around bandages… washing up… moving house… shifting and unpacking boxes!
And now that I am on the mend and can see the new pink skin growing back seamlessly beneath… I feel a huge sense of relief and gratefulness for my inherent good health.
Grateful that I am able to heal and bounce back so readily despite my initial concerns about “never painting writing or whatever” everrrr again!
Those fears were unfounded but they were real and worrying at the time [the capacity to "imagine" the worst... I've always been good at that] LOL
Late the other night as I gazed out across the moonlit sea waiting for sleep… I thought about how lucky I am.
I had finally come home.
[This place is SO me!]
And with three fingers at last free from the bandages I can actually type again.
How great is that?
[I think I might be dangerous]
Yay… go me.
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