Awaiting major surgery is a bitch. I finally decided to go ahead with it after months of avoidance and chose the surgeon. I cried with relief because I could see the prospect of an end to my discomfort. I cried because it is going to be awful, at least I think so anyway, even though the surgeon said it won’t be so bad. I get a call from Ginger The Scheduler (Roger the Shrubberer?) and set a date a month away to accommodate my aftercare DH and my need to adjust my mind for the event, to acquire the necessary recliner and disposable toothbrushes and bendy straws. I wait and prepare for a few weeks and then again…. Ginger calls. Your surgeon has made other arrangements for the week that your surgery is scheduled. He is teaching at a conference and we have to reschedule your surgery. When would be convenient? When would it be convenient??? Shit. Ginger says we have March the 5th and February the 12th. Neither thank you. I go ahead and pick March the 5th. But….I don’t tell Ginger that I might just cancel it all together because I am a f-ing real person and I want my life back and I don’t like some cocky ass surgeon rearranging my life to make more money than G-o-d from some drug or instrumentation company for a 10 minute talk at a conference in a beautiful warm luxurious place. And I think I want to obsess about it some more before I make a rash decision. Or get a rash.
Anyway, knit on with confidence and hope, through all crises. I was telling my knit buddies last night that I have a freaky mockingbird that visits my bedroom window each and every morning to do battle with his image, early and often, all day long. Back and forth between the two upstairs windows. I cannot imagine recuperating in my bedroom with this going on. Suggestions were made to add duct tape to the window so he does not see his reflection or to purchase sticky bird images to apply to the window so that he is frightened away. So I tried something a few days ago that I really thought would work.
It occurred to me that She could scare away this stupid macho territorial bird.
Didn’t work. So I am going to get some duct tape. Maybe that would work with the stupid macho territorial surgeon as well.