General Announcement: Not that anybody is askin me, but some people have and sooner or later more will: I just talked to the Rocket Scientist Hip Replacement Place, and the hip is coming out and going in in mid January.
That seems a l;ong time away. I'm sure glad I called them. I realized maybe I should, as there might need to be some waiting time. Yah. There is. He's busy.
I also found out another piece of kind of shocking news. (I feel silly writing this.) This Doctor makes you stay in bed or in a wheelchair or on crutches with rigid weight bearing rules for six weeks.
SIX WEEKS. Egads.
Six weeks is no time at all, if you're not sitting in bed or a chair or crutching, but if you are, it's hard to do. I know this isn't the way all hip-replacers do this, but I have a sheetload of faith in this guy, and will try to do whatever he says. It's his opinion you get the best results.
So obviously I won't be getting off line, staying off line then. You folks will be stuck with me daily. Hourly.
Boy. I was not expecting this. A week, I thought.
I can write my memoirs. Make some up.
I don't know why six more weeks creeps me out, after all this, but it creeps me out, after all this, thinking about it.
No. The way to do it is to say "It will be fun!!"
And hire a librarian to sleep with me.
THAT, would be fun.
Yah. YAH!!
SIX WEEKS IN BED WITH A LIBRARIAN WOULD BE FUN. THERE ~ I SAID IT.
She could even read to you. I wonder if MJ would object? It sounds completely logical to me. Therapeutic. |
