Thursday, February 20, 2014
By The Time I Get To Phoenix
Or into surgery, you'll be rising...
7:30 Thursday morning.
I'm as ready as I never hoped to be.
Prescriptions filled. Prayers said. Mani-Pedi done. Had wished for hair cut and color but Valentines got in my way.
Who's going to see you my Physical therapist asked. Well I am. Not covering the mirrors in crepe.
My guardian angel friend Susan drove through a blizzard to get down here from the Cape.
She has the dubious pleasure of watching over me for a while.
She has a cat thing though, so we'll see how long she makes it.
They are slightly cabin feverish these days those cats.
They hid a necklace of Elle's this weekend. Much alarm. And tonight stole her second porkchop out of the pan while she had her back to them eating dinner.
Wonder how long she'll make it. Maybe she'll pack up and go to the Cape with Susan?
Anyhoo, I'm operating in a state of high anxiety and will be very glad when this is over and I'm not worrying the future.
Cross your fingers, say a prayer, burn a candle or do a little dance. Whatever you think will help.
And maybe Susan will be my scribe for a little bit so I can report back while living in a persocet haze
See you on the other side.
Posted by flwrjane at Thursday, February 20, 2014