Always changes.
It’s life, but I confess to being a little cranky about the
changes yesterday. Downright bratty,
actually.
After a long interview with the pre-op nurse, the
anesthesiologist at the outpatient surgery center cancelled my surgery. I react very badly to anesthesia. Usually I have opposite reactions to any
sedation. They have elected to move my
surgery to Mercy Hospital…date unknown.
They weren’t happy about one finger all swollen up with a
bug bite nor pleased with the fact I’m on antibiotics for the cough either. Which is dramatically better, by the
way.
I did say goodbye to everyone in the pool and at work. Everyone smiled, hugged, and wished me
well. Now I have to send emails to
everyone letting them know I’m still alive, with a damaged hand, and I'll be back. It’s sort of an embarrassment to say goodbye
yet still be here. I’ll do that this
morning after I weigh in at WW with an expected weight gain. George gained two pounds, I’ve been eating
anything with great enthusiasm and so will probably be fractionally larger
too. Darn it.
Always changes.
Thursday the temperatures were up in the 89’s at work. Yesterday they were 92 at the high school
right above us. Today it is to be hotter
still the weather mavens tell us.
Probably 94 here and 103 where daughter Margot lives. It’s all slightly better than the last heat
wave that moved through here bringing monsoonal moisture. This will be dry heat blown in from the
desert floor. Normal here this time of
year is 74.
In 1955, feeling that I must be fashionable and trying to blend in, I wore my new
wool, tweed pencil skirt and wool sweater set to the first day of school. It was to be 74 that day too. Nope, it was the day I learned about Santa
Ana winds that came straight from the desert.
Today I can laugh about that young lady’s fashion hopes.
Always changes.
You make me laugh. Glad you can laugh at your foibles.
ReplyDeleteWe just have to keep laughing and adjusting, don't we. Never does the day turn out quite like we expected!
ReplyDeleteSounds as in hospital is the way to go. Keeping you in my thoughts as always. Even though I do not comment often, I do read your posts and really appreciate following the doings of your life.
ReplyDeleteDarn I donated many first edition books of fiction to Goodwill. I hope they make some money. I even had a couple of original manuscripts too. These were all works of fiction, or biographies of writers, like Virginia Wolfe. Many Margaret Atwood and a few Joyce Carol Oates. All of Alice Muros books included. I coulda been wealthy!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the surgery. My hospital only required a pre-op clearance by my GP.
ReplyDeleteI take it this is the surgery on your hand?
I only gained 0.2 pounds!
ReplyDeleteEveryone is allowed to be "bratty" once in a while but not allowed to stay there.
Good wishes for your surgery and some relief from the heat! Glad you'll have the resources of the hospital at hand. Our outpatient clinic is in our hospital which is great backup. I don't do well with anesthesia either, safer is better.
ReplyDeleteI cringe when I think about the books I have given away, oh well.
That must be so frustrating and disappointing but it sounds like they're erring on the side of caution.
ReplyDeleteChange was welcomed here in coastal Mississippi this a.m.--49 degrees. The coming days will warm up again with lows in 70s and highs who knows where! Best wishes with the surgery challenges and the scorching weather.
ReplyDeleteHopefully the Blue Men cheered you up!
ReplyDeleteIt is cranky time when your health is suffering. It seems that my grouchy periods seem to coincide with tiredness or sickness.
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