Saturday, April 28, 2007


I have been in bed for 87 days straight with very little exception. Out of the 87 days, 48 of those days were in the hosptital. Out of those 48 days, only a measley hour 1/2 was spent outside of my hospital room. Those ninety minutes were spent outside or in the gift shop once I received 30 minute wheelchair passes to leave my room.

Now that I am at home, I have been able to spend a little more time outside in a lounge chair, however I am still pretty much serving my strict bedrest sentence. Only leaving my house to go see my doctor or to get an ultrasound. I have had one official outing this whole time, and that was to go to Easter dinner with my family.

During the last week and a half, I've had four doctor's appointments, which means I was able to leave my house and ride in the car on four different occassions. On each of those occassions, I was able to talk Jonathan into four different "detours" on the way home. A "detour" is different from an outing in that it is defined as "a deviation from a direct course or the usual procedure"; whereas an outing is defined as "a brief usually outdoor pleasure trip".

  • First detour: Target - I got to drive a motorized scooter-cart around the store
  • Second detour: Apropos - my local paper arts and scrapbooking store
  • Third detour: Nail Salon - for a french pedicure
  • Fourth detour: River Park Square - upscale shopping and lunch at PF Changs

As I have been thinking about each of these "detours", I realized that the places one might choose to "swing by" on the way home from a doctor's appointment, which is supposed to be the extent of the time away from bed, are very telling of that person. I chose scrapbooking, a pedicure, shopping, and a wonderful restaurant. So, what do my choices say about me?

  • I like to document family stories and family history,
  • I like to pamper myself,
  • I like to shop, and
  • I like to eat good food.

Yep, that about sums up how I like to spend a lot my time. If I had had a few more occassions to take "detours", I probably would end up at a local park to watch Holland play, a bookstore perusing the aisles and piles of books, magazines, etc, or a trek west on I-90 to Seattle to do pretty much more of the same but with my mom and sister!

So, I'm just curious, if you only had one "detour" -
where would it take you? and what would it say about you?


Anonymous said...


I found your blog about a month ago and have been following along. You write incredibly. My sister is also on bedrest and has been hospitalized as well. Ironically, she was admitted on her 75th day as well. Your story and struggles are amazing and your daughter is beautiful. When you have a free moment catch up with another bedridden blogger at Good luck to all of you in Washington from us in Mass. Take good care, Michelle

Britt said...


Anonymous said...

The library of course! Yes, I work in a library, visit libraries on my vacation, am attending library school, etc.

But there is just something about "detouring" to a library ... they are unique, interesting, calming ... and who doesn't like to pick out their own reading material ... especially after being on bedrest and at the literature-choosing-mercy of your friends and family. (Yea, I know you can look at the library catalog online, but there is something about picking a book by it's cover!)

Anonymous said...

Me too for mass. I really like the short-and-sweet 25-minute weekday mass (the shorter the homily, the better): the perfect detour on one's daily pilgrimage. (Having said that, however, I have to admit it's been awhile since I've made it to a non-Sunday service.) Libraries are high up on my list of detour destinations as well. As are coffee shops, bookstores and gin joints.

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