Monday, July 19, 2004
Countdown
I'm in waiting mode again. Today marks S-day minus three weeks and counting. I have gone for my pre-admission tests, x-rays, etc. I know that I can continue to take my anti-depressants and calcium, but not my multi-vitamin or my shark cartilage. I will probably be the first case of the day since I am considered a "serious case". It's good to be in the spotlight and scary knowing why this is the case.
All things considered, I'm feeling fairly positive and relaxed. But today I feel a bit down. I've been reading posts from my various hippy sites (these sites warrant their own special post) and people are reporting in on their stellar results at the six-month or two-year or whatever mark. I can't help having that feeling again that I didn't have a hip replacement at all. It feels like someone played a horrible joke on me and that instead of a hip replacement I had a disability augmentation operation! It's a conspiracy (cue in the theme from "the Twilight Zone"!
Today, I went to have my car serviced and started chatting with a woman in the waiting area. Six degrees of separation really do exist: she went to high school with my surgeon and told me all about the fact that she had had a crush on him, that he's a twin from a wealthy family, that he's twice married, etc. etc. My surgeon, made human.
So that's where I am today. My cat is stretched out on the window sill right behind my computer. I see a single ear and an elegant orange paw. Her greatest worry is whether or not she will be fed her favourite food or not. Lucky Miss Bean.
All things considered, I'm feeling fairly positive and relaxed. But today I feel a bit down. I've been reading posts from my various hippy sites (these sites warrant their own special post) and people are reporting in on their stellar results at the six-month or two-year or whatever mark. I can't help having that feeling again that I didn't have a hip replacement at all. It feels like someone played a horrible joke on me and that instead of a hip replacement I had a disability augmentation operation! It's a conspiracy (cue in the theme from "the Twilight Zone"!
Today, I went to have my car serviced and started chatting with a woman in the waiting area. Six degrees of separation really do exist: she went to high school with my surgeon and told me all about the fact that she had had a crush on him, that he's a twin from a wealthy family, that he's twice married, etc. etc. My surgeon, made human.
So that's where I am today. My cat is stretched out on the window sill right behind my computer. I see a single ear and an elegant orange paw. Her greatest worry is whether or not she will be fed her favourite food or not. Lucky Miss Bean.
