- Had a hunk of gunk removed from my right shoulder yesterday. Don’t fret. I’d had it for over 14 years and it hadn’t killed me yet, so it’s not deadly. Just unsightly. Good riddance.
- Although it was just a “procedure” and I just had local anesthesia, it was no walk in the park. Get a whole chicken, cut it apart with a kitchen knife, and listen carefully. That was what my little procedure sounded like. Heaven help!
- According to the doctor (who wanted to show me what he’d cut out but I declined) chicken fat is what it looked like too. His words. I swear.
- My son called me right after my procedure yesterday. I was touched by the fact that he had remembered I was having my “operation” that day… then I came back to the planet I really live on…”Oh, was that today? I’m just running a little early for class and thought I’d call.” Well, at least he called.
- I generally sleep on my right side. You do the math = very little sleep last night = biting sarcasm today.
- My friends and I joke about the fact that you know you’re getting old when your conversation amounts to “How did you sleep last night?” “How is your ______ (back, stomach, knee, twitchy thing your eye has been doing, etc.)?” “When do you go back to the doctor?” I’m feeling really old lately. The only consolation? My friends are obviously getting old too.
Goodness! Glad you're on the other side of that! Hope you heal quickly and that it doesn't affect your hiking!
Oh, my word….I had a hunk of gunk cut from under my left shoulder, and HOW did you know about the twitchy thing my eye has been doing?!
Praying for a quick recovery, friend. Watch out for those huggers in church. They all managed to hug me with pats right on the sore shoulder! 😉
Gentle hugs…
P.S. My hunk of gunk wasn't cut out recently. It was a few years ago. The doc called it a lipoma. I think I like "hunk of gunk" better. 😉
WIshes for a SPEEDY recovery!
oh man… if I had that done they would have to put me out. I am a big big chicken.
take care