Postponing things a little:
Saw my foot doctor over lunch on the oncoming surgery to my left foot to close up and sort out a wound that isn’t closing on it - and it’s scheduled now for next Tuesday. I got the necessary scrips from him for a hospital bed and a wheelchair, and his scrip for blood tests needed for it - and talked to Susan on the subject of whether this was going to work out, time-wise.
After going over the cons involved with doing it next week with Susan, we agreed that next week was way too crazy and way too short notice for us. Doesn’t hurt that I’ve been weirdly stem to stern exhausted for the last few days; both of us have been coming down with ailments that are fed by mental and physical burnout. I managed to avert a new foot infection from going to overdrive, which was great, but I could use a week of Not Doing Anything But Sleeping, the way I feel.
I don’t think that I mentioned that in an effort to find out why my insomnia levels are up, I went to an allergist, and found out that I’m allergic to various grasses, birch trees, dust - and feathers. Of course, my down and feather pillows and I are not on speaking terms now…
So I’m putting the surgery off for two weeks and setting things up to have folks come in and help us when I’m down for the count (Doc said it would be upwards to three weeks off my feet, yay rah.) At present, a very old friend of Connie’s (and the family’s) is here for a little while to help with Connie’s needs and help us with stuff we’ve had to leave alone because we’ve been so loaded up from other things. God bless ‘im.
Mere has been on a streak of last-gasp marathon hangout and sleepover events with her close buddies; she starts school next Monday for a part of a day, and full time after that. She wants to go over and start skating again, when she can…it’s that much of a natural pull to her.