01 May 2008

My Latest Hero

I was discharged from the hospital two weeks ago yesterday. I am just now beginning to consistently feel back to my version of "normal." Sometime a couple days ago, after cleaning out one cabinet of the entertainment center completely exhausted me, I had an epiphany. A couple of months ago, my wife and I spent the best $38 we've paid for anything in our lives and had our cat, Muffin, neutered. When we picked him up, he was so doped up he could have passed for dead. He was so out of it--even after they gave him whatever stimulant it was they give post-op critters--that we had him in his carrier in the bed with us that night, just to make sure he was safe and we could get to him quickly if needed.

Within about 24 hours of having his anatomy severed, however, Muff was leaping on to the desk to look out the window and yell at the birds. He was tentative about things for another day or so, true, but he wasn't slowed down much, or for long. It'll have been three weeks ago Sunday that I went into the emergency room. Three weeks--and I wound up not having surgery! I've never been neutered (despite what my brother will tell you), but somehow I expect that were I to endure such a procedure, I would not bounce back from it half as well as our cat. It's given me pause to think: Why would I, a human being posessed of self-consciousness, take so much longer to get over something?

I have two ideas: 1) Maybe he just played through the pain that well and 2) Maybe not thinking about it helps. Since I haven't mastered the Vulcan mind meld, I'll never know how much pain he's pushed himself through to recover so well. That leaves "not thinking about it" as a lesson learned. Based, then, on my cat recovering much more quickly to surgery than I have to not having surgery, my advice to you, dear reader, is to think less about things. Or should you think more about other things....?