We had an appointment with a medical professional today, first thing. The subject of the month was to be discussed thoroughly with plans made for a much required procedure to be performed in 20 days. Since we were first up, the surgeon was perky and had fully read up about the situation, he showed x-rays and told us what to expect.
Liberation from a life of daily/constant pain requires a big jolt of the same in order to remove the daily grind... Apparently hardware will be installed and bones removed and replaced where necessary.
I. Do. Not. Like. This. Part.
In a perfect world (Which exists mainly in my narrow mind) preferably, we should all get issued a proper body which with proper maintenance and care should last a lifetime. So, like my irritation with the family truckster I must now endure some additional repairs, and these being on a more personal level.
My favorite human (Evah!) has had a bad ankle for the past 35 years. There are no ankle replacements so we must go for a drastic repair method. It will mean power tools, men-at-work signs and not a few of those orange cones surrounding the repair zone, just like on the interstate. At least we have a very nice medical plan so it won't wipe us out financially. The bad thing from all this is that for three months no weight can be carried by the port side of the Spousal Unit.
No boating. No walking, except that with crutches and/or some sort of knee-dolly. No traipsing up and down ladders or going where the ground is not level. Oh, and No Dancing. (Like we do that anyway! Remember the pain?) I wonder if she will be able to play the Tuba...?
Even though it sounds like I am grousing a bit, I do remember the folks who have it much, much worse. You know, the troops who have endured explosives that have mangled their bodies in a much more terrible way.
Perspective! Please click on that link.
So things start to look up for us and I will now quit whining. Besides, by September the ankle will hopefully be fully healed and the pain will be out of our lives for good! I'm sure we can figure out a way to celebrate that event and I bet it will be in a far off land... Stay tuned for more on that!
In the mean time; Let's all think about our injured troops, (And their families!) too. I hope all pain is especially removed from their lives and that they can all come home to a grateful homeland.
And we will buy the first beer! Hope you will join us for that happy day.
Until then, we count down the days and we will continue to live as good as we can. It's the rules!