Where the hell IS Godot anyway? I am having a hell of a time concentrating on typing (literally three out of four keystrokes are wrong because of the influence of the Dilaudid) and the door seems to open every six minutes between housekeeping, food orders, food deliver, food pickup, food review, nurses, clinicians, doctors making rounds, plus blood being drawn, cultures being run, lab results being delivered, vital signs being checked, linens being changed, etc.
Ugh. Anyhow, the latest news is that my vertebroplasty has been scheduled for Wednesday sometime. There's simply no way to do it before then. On the plus side, I'll have extremely skilled doctors performing the procedure and I will be able to do both the vertebroplasty and central venus catheter replacement at the same time under conscious sedation. The doctor performing the vertebroplasty has done more of these than any other doctor in the world.
Meanwhile my beard keeps coming out in groups of a dozen little hairs at a time. Soon, in the words of Montgomery Burns, I'll be as "bald as a plucked chicken."
Thanks to all for your continued support and interest. I'll keep you posted on things as they develop.
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Reading this, it is very clear that you have kept your sense of humor during everything. I think the scatalogical post was my favorite, but then who doesn't like that? Keep up the good fight and best of luck on Wednesday. Rooting for you from the other coast!
ReplyDeleteGodot never showed, I think... but I'll be on the MM prayer team as one of those strangers you may never meet intending all goes well on Wednesday.
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