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I wanted to check in before the holiday craziness sweeps me away. We leave tomorrow for a week in NH (aka home of my parents who voted for Trump) and then go straight from NH to a week in Minneapolis for Christmas. I'm excited to see my families and spend some quality time with Carey and V, but I'm predictably stressed about the logistics and the assorted family dynamics.
My surgery went well- the good was that they got it all on the first dig. The bad was that they couldn't stitch it up, so I have to wear a dressing until it heals (months). Twice a day Carey has to clean it out and coat it with petroleum jelly. He also has to help me wash my hair. Marriage vows for the win. I will be wearing many, many hats. At least now is a good time for it. The coolest part of the experience was since they got it on the first try, Carey, my head-wound, Ativan and I got to go see a matinee. I swear, I can't wait to start doing retired people things on the regular. Early bird dinners. Cribbage. Mall walking. Book clubs. Baking. Stalking my adult kid. Bring it on.
Carey's mom was in town to help out this week and I wasn't allowed in the field at work. I had these very grand ideas about accomplishing LOTS AND LOTS at home and at work. But the holidays, the head-wound, and a UTI with IMPECCABLE timing took those plan to task. I need, like, a week in the Fermata to clean, organize, mend things, and catch up on correspondence and paperwork. I miss being bored and popping in a movie I've seen 87 times and deciding to lint-shave all of my sweaters while experimenting with face masks.
My surgery went well- the good was that they got it all on the first dig. The bad was that they couldn't stitch it up, so I have to wear a dressing until it heals (months). Twice a day Carey has to clean it out and coat it with petroleum jelly. He also has to help me wash my hair. Marriage vows for the win. I will be wearing many, many hats. At least now is a good time for it. The coolest part of the experience was since they got it on the first try, Carey, my head-wound, Ativan and I got to go see a matinee. I swear, I can't wait to start doing retired people things on the regular. Early bird dinners. Cribbage. Mall walking. Book clubs. Baking. Stalking my adult kid. Bring it on.
Carey's mom was in town to help out this week and I wasn't allowed in the field at work. I had these very grand ideas about accomplishing LOTS AND LOTS at home and at work. But the holidays, the head-wound, and a UTI with IMPECCABLE timing took those plan to task. I need, like, a week in the Fermata to clean, organize, mend things, and catch up on correspondence and paperwork. I miss being bored and popping in a movie I've seen 87 times and deciding to lint-shave all of my sweaters while experimenting with face masks.