uninspired or simply realistic?

a question, or set of related questions, has been niggling at me for a while...

is there a point to blogging? what value does it add? who cares?

in the little spare time i have for the online world, and one of my favourite pastimes, i am debilitated by these questions.

i have so many ideas for blog articles and yet they get stuck in the execution. no pressure either... the average blogger is supposed to churn out at least one post a week. i'm just happy to think about being able to blog once a week, and then fall exhausted on the couch or bed to spend the rest of the evening in a vegetative state.

whatever it is i'm hoping it's not going to last long... in the meantime - what do you care about?

say aaaahhhh...

october has been a marathon medical month for me. it began with my first ever stay over in hospital and first experience of general anaesthesia, and ended with my first dental op under general anaesthesia. boy am i glad for medical aid.

while going under is quite intense it's a million times better than being present for your own dental op. believe me i've had to try banish the memories of a number of apisectomies, extractions, bone implants all under local, all whilst i was fully aware of the surgeon's every movement around my mouth.

of course this time was different. i had my wonderful and caring husband by my side most of the time. i was administered both general & local anaesthesia injections which lead to strange & disturbing dreams. the oxygen smelt of coconut. i woke up very groggy wanting only to go back to sleep, away from the bright lights, the feeling of complete dejection and aloneness, and the terrible pain in my throat from the intubation. thankfully i didn't spend too much time in the recovery room & was returned to my ward. my sweetheart was there to comfort my tears, give me cold juice for the throat & feed me. small things make a big difference.

i'm almost back to normal again with the swelling in my face concentrated on my top lip. i also have to get used to the plate & denture they fitted while i was under. while it covers the gaping hole in my front teeth (for which i am grateful) it also causes me to lisp and sound a lot like sean connery. when this is all over in a year or so i may giggle about it... up till then i'm going to concentrate on surviving the days of small embarrassments and mountains which would normally be molehills...

corporate value proposition

i found an interesting article on corporate value proposition whilst researching for work - how to write a strong value proposition.

this also ties into one's personal value proposition or, as some like to call it, your elevator speech. i have always struggled with this in describing what i do... even more so in trying to describe what it is i want to do / be. perhaps it's because i haven't completely figured it out yet. more likely is that it's not a traditional role and there isn't really anyone out there i could refer to for a frame of reference.

the closest i have ever come is to say that i want to be a chief happiness officer. but what is a chief happiness officer? how do i become one? it's the transitioning from what i do now to what i want to do that baffles and scares me slightly.

another blog that runs in the same vein is personality not included (if you can ignore the "shameless" promotion of the book of the same name).

a point to ponder in pondering the question "what am i doing with my life?"

hospital

it's a stunning day and i'm looking out onto a little bit of paradise. my first stint in hospital is not so bad at all. i'm here for a small procedure related to the recurring kidney infections i've had over the past few months. it all seems to have gone well. the anaesthesia was an interesting experience - one minute you're staring at the ceiling breathing in oxygen the next they're waking you up & telling you it's all over. there were some strange dreams of a boy in a garden inbetween. i'm happy not to be bed bound although walking around with a drip & other tubing is proving to be awkward, in all aspects. :) had a very "mr bean" moment this morning - managed to take my top off for bathing but when it came to getting it back on again i became so entangled with the drip cords i had to call in the nurse to assist.

small victories and things to remain amused by...

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