{"id":534,"date":"2014-06-02T09:23:44","date_gmt":"2014-06-02T13:23:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=534"},"modified":"2014-06-16T10:19:00","modified_gmt":"2014-06-16T14:19:00","slug":"healing-loss-losing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/healing-loss-losing\/","title":{"rendered":"Healing from Loss: Losing Myself"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-large wp-image-535\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/06\/shameless-917x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, looking at the photo of herself in the hospital.\" width=\"625\" height=\"697\" \/>I don\u2019t curse. Probably because of all the hours I spent as a kid in the back of my mother\u2019s car,\u00a0stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway, with my mother ranting at the wheel. There were f&#8212;ing idiots driving alongside us, damn a&#8211;holes in front of us, and\u00a0 stinkin\u2019 s&#8212;heads in the front. The swearing fascinated me. I couldn\u2019t master her competence or style. So I never tried.<\/p>\n<p>This past week, on the day of my colonoscopy, my friend drove me to and from the hospital and stayed for the brief review after the procedure.<br \/>\n\u201cDo you remember what the doctor said?\u201d she asked the next day when the whole event was a vague memory. I couldn\u2019t even remember what the doctor looked like. \u201cHe couldn\u2019t finish the last part of the procedure because you were in pain and were cursing,\u201d she said.<br \/>\n\u201cMe? I don\u2019t curse,\u201d I told her.<br \/>\n\u201cYou were cursing. Yes you were,\u201d she insisted.<\/p>\n<p>I was crushed. How rude, I thought. How crude. This couldn\u2019t be true. The worst four-letter words I ever dared to use were \u201cdarn\u201d and an occasional \u201cwhat-the hell?\u201d I got queasy just typing those. The self-image I\u2019d always nursed of a bland, demure, tight-lipped girl-woman was suddenly gone. My self-identity was a fraud. Here I was trying to recover from the loss of my daughter and I somehow had lost myself.<br \/>\nWho am I? Whose words did I use, I wonder? My son\u2019s? I\u2019d heard a sorry earful the time he broke his leg in high school and the doctor set the bone without using anesthesia. Or did I use the long forgotten language of my mother stuck in traffic on the LIE?<\/p>\n<p>Flummoxed, I then had to wonder: what else did I not know about myself?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRight after the procedure you wanted me to take your photograph,\u201d my friend said. I winced at the photos of me sitting up, wrapped in the hospital gown and blankets, silly and shameless.<\/p>\n<p>No. I definitely don\u2019t know her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&rsquo;t curse. Probably because of all the hours I spent as a kid in the back of my mother&rsquo;s car,&nbsp;stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway, with my mother ranting at the wheel. There were f&mdash;ing idiots driving alongside us, damn a&ndash;holes in front of us, and&nbsp; stinkin&rsquo; s&mdash;heads in the front. The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[153,64,168,155,152,154],"class_list":["post-534","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1","tag-cursing","tag-healing-from-loss","tag-healing-from-loss-losing-myself","tag-know-about-yourself","tag-lies-we-tell-ourselves","tag-loss-of-self-identity"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/534","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=534"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/534\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=534"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=534"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=534"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}