So, today is the day. I’ll let you in on a secret… I didn’t write this today. I wrote it on Tuesday and scheduled it so that you have a post from me. I know you can’t not have a post from me even when I’m going to be “under the knife.” Know, too, that I totally don’t mean that. It’s my own addiction to having to write something every day that makes me do this. And I’m ok with that.
I’ll be out of commission today and part (maybe all) of tomorrow, so this won’t be a regular post. But, I don’t suspect there will be any problems with the surgery. Turns out my doc is a friend of a friend so I feel even better about it. The BCPF would be in the OR if they’d let her, but you (and I) know that when I’m out then the nurses will pale in comparison to the care she’ll take of me. And after this I’ll be rid of two of the three most useless things (that need love, too) the human body has. I lost my appendix in 1989 and well, I still have my tonsils. The tonsils are the only one that I’d be worried about losing and that only because of my fear of messing with my throat/voice. That’s all I have is my voice. I know it’s not necessarily connected but I don’t want to take that risk.
Well, I’m keeping this one short and simple. I’ll let you know how it goes. Keep reading!
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“I got the bill for my surgery. Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.” – James H. Boren