Hmmmm.......just when I had reconciled myself to the sad fate of gimping around in pain for the rest of my days due to my bum knee, the logical, organized bully who lives in one corner of me dragged me off to consult with a knee specialist. While my hip surgeon had been somewhat dubious about my having a knee replacement at my age, this guy pooh poohed that and told me that knee replacements had originally been developed for people in their 80's and 90's who still had enough oomph to want to be mobile and they were so successful that younger and younger people have been taking advantage of them ever since. That was heartening to hear and I left his office gung-ho to have the surgery in September.
Unfortunately, as soon as I got home and thought about the week in the hospital after surgery with the pain and the relentless physical terrorists and the two weeks in a rehab facility with same plus the technician who comes each morning at 5 am and drones mournfully, " I have come to take your bloooood" like a paid vampire, (before I left she had taken almost all of my blooood)..... the coward in me grabbed the reins back and is forcing me to reconsider. I imagine I will probably still go ahead with it, but I realized I have to finish off a few items before I return to being an invalid for a while.
I have suddenly lost all my enthusiasm and am considering hiding out somewhere under an assumed name. Unfortunately, I know that my knee is only going to get worse and I am only going to get older so it does seem like it should be done as soon as possible.......shit, piss, fuck!
What I need is someone who is able to put me in a trance for, say, 3 months and bring me out of said trance as the home visiting therapist departs for the last time........ If any of you have such skills, I will be very interested in talking to you and making tempting offers. Meanwhile, I cannot vouch for the tone or quality of my blogs.......you will have to visit this site at your own risk.
Of course, it will be a good time for afghans.........
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