>>>>>That's also my definition of honest<<<<<
Could be because you are a carpenter? Can't bs a piece of wood, nor a nail. You can patch, you can fill, you can stain, or paint, maybe put on a border, but that's about it. Either you did it right the first time, or you didn't.
I think spending so many years in printing was a Godsend, in terms of building my character. You just have to learn to own up to the facts, and that's that.
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Is your orthopod going to replace the hip and core the bone at the same time? I can see doing it at the same time, to economize on time under the knife, and recovery time, or at different times, to allow you at least the use of one hip during each recovery period. I think I'd rather have two surgeries and one operational hip per recovery period, but maybe not.
If you let us know when, we could send flowers and prayers. Light candles. Stuff like that.
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I have been having a rough time during the last week, I think maybe because I am trying to get back into the swing of things at the office, my yellow pages ad came out and I am getting calls, so I am trying to get into the office. I had been taking prednisone in the morning, so I couldn't sleep at night, and I slept during the day, so I wasn't going in much. But I just switched to prednisone at night, and I can sleep at night. I think just switching things around caused a period of adjustment.
So I felt pretty stressed out yesterday when my father called, I was watching the Senate vote and he started complaining that I had not called him back and told him whether he should take his wife to Duke. He was complaining that they sounded like they were from "Deliverance," and generally venting. Putting two and two together, I think he was asking people who answered the phone at the hospital where to rent a room and find a baby sitter, and they didn't know, and were not impressed by his "I am a dentist" rap, and he is used to being waited on, and he lost his temper and needed someone to take him seriously. Anyway, I did the dutiful daughter routine, looked on the Duke Cancer Center web site, called him back and told him he needed to talk to the social workers, which someone had already told him.
Then he starts on me again, wanting me to tell him whether the program looks like it is good, or would it be better to go to some unspecified place in Boston or San Francisco. Like I would know. But I was supposed to find out. Anyway, I looked on the Cancer Trials web site for a while, and then got tired and went to bed, and just got up.
Last night, the way my arms and legs felt, there was no way I could drive to Durham. I could hardly walk. After a full night's sleep, today I could do it. I expect that I will be able to do it, if they go to Duke, and I expect that they will go to Duke, unless they go to Boston or San Francisco, where I am not sure. I plan to get a hotel room, though. Probably a suite, and bring the boys along.
One thing being sick has done is give me leverage in getting them to help around the house. "Ben, do the dishes, please, I am sick and your dad works long hours." So, I recognize what my dad is doing to me, it's the same thing. |
