The Cicadas and I

If you’ve been outdoors, I’m sure you have encountered the cicadas by now. I thought my neighborhood had been spared the worst, but yesterday proved me wrong. There was explosion of cicadas. Apparently, this particular brood of cicadas occurs every 17 years. The funny thing is, I don’t remember them 17 years ago.

I think I know why. 17 years ago, I had a two-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter keeping me occupied. 17 years prior to that, I was only 19 years old. Wow, and life goes by that quick! 17 years from now, I’ll be 70. 70!! That seems insane.

My dog, who will be 16 in a few days, has been enjoying eating them. Well, I figured if she’s lived this long, let her do what she wants. They must be tasty.

As for me, this time around, I’ll remember this year of cicadas, because I’m home recuperating from shoulder surgery. This is day two after the surgery, and I feel like, well, like I just had surgery. I think the surgery went well, but I had a time with the nerve block, since it went to my throat and face.

For 12 hours I couldn’t speak, it was hard to breath, and I looked like I had had a stroke. I spent a good minute in recovery, as I watched other patients who had similar surgeries go home much sooner. The first day was rough. Now, I’m just dealing with being very tired and sore.

I’ll admit, this is a little more than I had bargained for. Having had arthroscopic knee surgery in the past, I thought I knew what to expect. This is more to deal with. I usually heal quickly, so I’m hoping that remains true this time around, too.

Already, I can tell it’s going to be very hard to resist doing things around the house and yard. I’m not the type to sit around all day and watch TV. Once in a while, I can take a lazy day, but I can’t do that day-after-day. I’ll have to find something to pour my time and energy into. I’ll be home for seven weeks, so I better find something and fast.

If I don’t, I’ll just be hanging out with the cicadas for the next several weeks. Speaking of cicadas, a book that I can recommend with a cicada theme, is “The Year of the Cicadas“. It’s written by my aunt, and based off of the true story of her son’s recovery from paralysis after a very high fall. It truly is a book that is hard to put down, and Decatur is mentioned in the story. I think I’m going to read it again this summer, too. I certainly have the time.