My knee surgery is scheduled for 11:15 AM tomorrow. I just called to confirm the parking arrangements for letting me off at the hospital. Bill is getting stressed out.
Yesterday I overdid it with shopping and my leg was throbbing. I slept late this morning, not waking up until a friend texted me at 9:26 AM asking me if I was up. Bill was upset that I didn't let him know I was sleeping late. See a Catch-22 here? How can I let him know I'm sleeping late if I'm sleeping?
After I woke up I just laid in bed, enjoying a few pain free minutes, checking my e-mails on my iPhone. Then Bill poked his head in the door, furious that I didn't let him know I was up.
We just had a talk. The protocol has changed. I ask him to check in on me at anytime. I don't mind being awakened. I will also phone him as soon as I get up.
This whole leg injury thing hasn't been easy folks. Our whole lives have been disrupted by one mound of frozen ice at the bottom of a drain pipe that I stepped on in the dark and
I'll be honest with you folks, this past month (I fell February 18th, the day after The Cajun died) has not been easy. In fact this has been one of the worst six months of my life with the deaths of my friends Bob Mc. (Sept), Ed C. (January) and then The Cajun).
Their passing wasn't made any easier by the fact that Bob didn't know me, Ed was distant and The Cajun was angry at me; all at the time of their passing. Life isn't always like it is in the movies folks.
So enough self-pity here. This time tomorrow I'm "be under". That's something else I'm not looking forward too folks, going under. I've lost count of the times I've been under anesthesia the past few years. Being knocked out and flying planes never used to bother me before, they do now. Hopefully I don't do a "Joan Rivers" tomorrow. But if I do my troubles will be all over won't they?
Now for the countdown and the road to recovery. I just want to be able to lift my left leg again and get my life back.