The Schedule, I’m on it…

The anxieties slip into my room before dawn in their sparkle-appliqued caftans and elastic-waist pants, Lee Press-On nails clacking. (I’ve never gotten a clear glimpse, but that’s how I picture them.) They begin their flat-footed polka around my chair like those dancing hippos from “Fantasia” and, no matter how hard I resist (telling myself I’m still dreaming that I’m a back-up cage-dancer for Sammy Davis, Jr.), the anxieties still get me……

That in a nutshell, is the best description I have for exactly how I feel just before every visit to the Doctor. The anxieties, you’d think by now I’d be use to them, bloody hell seems like I’ve spent more time with Doctors than my kids. Relax, it only seems that way. Today, I saw my Thoracic Surgeon – here is what he said – word for word;

Blah, Blah blah blah blah blah blah, looking good, Blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah, seems to be healing exactly on-schedule – blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. At least that’s how I remember most of it.

Please forgive the lack of elaboration but for some reason I slept horribly last night only getting a couple of hours and I can barely keep my eyes open. I know some of you read this first thing in the A.M. and so, in the name of keeping the information flowing, the basics are looking good, progressing well, no complications anticipated…. this information is just to tide you over, tomorrow I will fill you in with all the details. Stay tuned.

Have a Great Day. I really like that shirt it looks so good on you….

PS – Please won’t you enjoy this picture of unique shelving…

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