So Tuesday’s surgery is O-VER and I am officially bionic in both hips. That means I’ll leap higher, run faster, write snarkier (ohdear), and generally be more insufferable because I’m finally pain free after many years.
Surgery went so well that the doc released me a day early. Upon getting home, I realized the walker was getting in my way, so I tossed it aside and started using the cane instead. Talk about a Tiny Tim moment. Who gets a hip ripped out and has a new one pounded in and doesn’t need a walker for a while? So the walker is back in the garage and the cane is tootling me around now.
But while I was in the hoosgow for a couple days, I never forgot my first love – publishing. Upon coming out of my drug-induced fog in Recovery, I began banging out an email to one of my authors. The nurses started cracking up. I peeled my eyes open and mumbled out a, “What…the job waits for no one.”
One of the nurses kindly wrapped her fingers around mine and suggested my fake keyboard, made up entirely of heating blankets, could hold off for a bit and, perhaps, I could write a real one in a few hours. Guffaw. Truly one of the dumbest things I’ve done in a while. Just don’t call me undedicated.