Mayo, that cartoon is for your exclusive amusement. You will see that I use my blog to let off steam and do not bottle even my emotions!

“Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, opulence is when you have three – and paradise is when you have none.”
~ Doug Larson.

Let me first explain how I move about now that I am restricted from putting weight on one leg for another three weeks, which may extend further depending on how well the prosthesis in that hip has taken hold.

I use a walker to get around.

I have to put the weight on the leg that has not been operated on, push myself up to support my entire body with both my hands on the walker. The next step is to move the operated leg forward with just the toe touching the ground and then move the walker forward. Once the walker is ahead, I use the arms to support my body’s weight to move forward. To make progress, I have to repeat this process till I reach my destination. To stand for a while, I have to rest the entire body on one leg with the walker in front, but with the hands free to do whatever that I need to do. Laborious and slow.

Frustration takes place when, the land line telephone rings and I have to get up to go and answer the phone. This happens when the cordless instrument is not near me. The problem often is, that by the time I reach the instrument, the caller hangs up thinking that I must be far away from the instrument. Often, the same caller decides to call me on my cell phone, which would inevitably be near where I was first sitting or lying down and before I reach that spot again, the caller disconnects again. AND when I call the missed call number, if that caller decides to be funny, it is not funny for me, I can assure you.

Yes, I know that I should remember to keep both instruments handy all the time, but I am fallible!

The next frustrating experience is when the door bell rings and I have to go to answer it. By the time I navigate and reach the door, the ringer pushes the button again and that is frustrating too. It is frustrating because, it is usually when Ranjan is sleeping are engrossed in his work and is unable to come downstairs to open the door and when the bell rings the second time, he thinks that I am in the toilet or something has happened and rushes down. To only see me near the door trying to teach the ringer to be a little patient.

And more frustrating than both these experiences, is when I have come back to sit and I am forced to get up to repeat the same exercise all over again because some one else decides to ring up or ring the door bell exactly at that moment.

The final frustrating experience is when I share this with friends, I am told to be patient. I inevitably respond that it is because I am a patient that I get frustrated. That stumps the well wisher who usually stutters and stammers for an appropriate response and that too is frustrating but funny.

I hope that I have made you laugh with my un-bottled emotions.