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.
I had been reading some of EZ’s texts at bedtime, planning a project for my new 
waiting for the Ambien to kick in so the books were on the floor next to my bed.
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.
Gah – surgeons are a nightmare. In all my ops (of which I have had many) I’ve had precisely TWO that were human and treated me like I was human too. There is nothing more annoying that having to re-schedule surgery that you had finally got your head around. Hope you make the mental adjustment quickly and don’t hound your surgeon on his conference by standing in the foyer with a billboard declaring him to be a shirker and layabout!
indeed Chrissy, indeed. Shirker. I like that.
Maybe you should tape pictures of your surgeon to the window. Just a thought….
The mockingbird is bigger than he is….he wears clogs to compensate.
Silly bird. The decals might work. They certainly keep the birds from smashing into some of our big windows. I think we should give your vertically challenged surgeon in clogs the Ass Hat award. We can always take it away once the surgery is done and successful.
I hope they get him a step stool in the OR! He is a bit of an AH but since I was a nurse in a former life I know what surgeons are like. It is just when it gets personal that I have trouble coping. Of course I guess he could have been a victim of GInger the Scheduler as much as I was.
Rats! That happened to my mum last year when she needed major surgery – had to be done as a matter of urgency, but not until first week of September because surgeon away all summer. She said “I can’t do the first week of September! I am doing Open Studios with my daughter!” and found another surgeon, who did the op in July. Perhaps a whole montage of surgeons would do for the mockingbird?
Oh what a great idea, a montage of surgeons. I just saw some silhouettes of the February birthday US presidents…George Washington and Abe Lincoln…in the drugstore, that might work if I pretended they were doctors.
Hope your mom is doing well!
Surgeons always seem to think of themselves before the patient, kills me! Anyway, I hope you can get rid of that bird and knit to pass the time. Have been thinking about you and sending good thoughts your way!
I am so sorry you are going through all of this. I will keep you in my prayers that everything comes out fine, you heal quickly and are soon back to the loom.