Three for thirty...
That's three surgeries this year, which I'm jokingly referring to as my 30th birthday present. I'll be leaving for the hospital in 7 hours, and sleep? Heh, sleep it not an option, not when there are things to be crocheted and fanfics to be worked on. I figure I may as well do what I can because once my left arm is bandaged up again, I'll be One-Arm Sally, giving everyone the puppy eyes to ask for help.
I would also love to ask the responsible parties why it's so humid in New York considering that it's October. Although....it's usually cold around this time so perhaps I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. But this gift is the cause of things melting in my room i.e. shea butter and hidden chocolate, hair that refuses to lie flat, skin that refuses to stay dry, and a house which is hard to breathe in.
Anyway, I think this last surgery is going to sort things out. The new doctor is going to remove the too-long screws in the plate in my wrist, as they are apparently the source of all my problems.
Now...if 8am could hurry up and get here so I can get this thing over with and have something to drink, I would be most grateful.
I would also love to ask the responsible parties why it's so humid in New York considering that it's October. Although....it's usually cold around this time so perhaps I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. But this gift is the cause of things melting in my room i.e. shea butter and hidden chocolate, hair that refuses to lie flat, skin that refuses to stay dry, and a house which is hard to breathe in.
Anyway, I think this last surgery is going to sort things out. The new doctor is going to remove the too-long screws in the plate in my wrist, as they are apparently the source of all my problems.
Now...if 8am could hurry up and get here so I can get this thing over with and have something to drink, I would be most grateful.