I've gotten a few messages from people wondering if I did in fact resort to homicide and asking if I am ok since I didn't post earlier. Mr. Lime is alive and well. I have managed not to commit any felonious acts. I also hasten to add that my diatribe yesterday should in no way be construed as a rant against an entire gender. I like men. Some of my best friends and favorite readers are men. The men who posted yesterday demonstrated their own merit and decency and should be afforded protection from rampaging scorned women.
I did have a groovy post all planned out in my head for today but alas, Blogger was being rather pissy about it all and my server was in cahoots with Blogger so I could not make things work before I had to leave for hand therapy. I'm back home now and things are being more cooperative. I'm just running behind now since I have an exterminator coming (see yesterday's mouse reference in addition to a persistent carpenter ant issue) shortly.
Since I don't think I will have time to get this together before the afternoon onslaught of activity I will just give you a brief rundown of the arm thing. Friday afternoon is when the surgeon will excavate the metal from my forearm.
As you know, I am not keen on anesthesia. I get to try a new form this time. They are going to do a nerve block and sedate me. They tell me my arm will be a floppy dead weight for at least 14 hours and I will be asleep for only a couple of hours. I will feel remarkably well rested when I wake up. Yeah, ok...Should be interesting. I'm supposed to show up Friday afternoon, actual time is TBA, in baggy clothes, no bra, no jewelry, no make-up (hahaha, like I own any of that anyway). So in other words I should look worse than I do at the bus stop at 6:15 am every morning...think back to that HNT a couple weeks ago when I only had one eye open (for the bus stop I at least harness the twins into their underwire and have on the earrings I wear all the time). Hahahaha! An excuse for looking haggardly in public, I love it!
They tell me even though I don't get cut on until the afternoon I can't eat after midnight on Thursday. Oooooh, but I can have 8 ounces of juice or water. Whooopeeee!!!
My therapists and doctor seem to think that by Thanksgiving I should be out of therapy and Janita will be able to finish the job just on home exercises. There's an end in sight.
Thanks for the encouraging words yesterday about surgery, about bearing jerky behavior and for checking in today. It's all much appreciated. You folks are the best bloggy bunch a girl could ask for.