And that’s exactly what it is. A non-update. Status Quo. No change. Keep on keepin’ on. I met with the surgeon yesterday. Our conversation went like this.
Doc: “Everything looks great, you are right on track”.
Me: “Amazing! I brought a list of questions.”
Doc: “Ok, let’s hear them”
And then it went like this:
Me: “Can I…”
Doc: “No.”
Me: “Ok. Could I then…”
Doc: “No.”
Me: “Right. How about…”
Doc: “No.”
And so it went for all 8 of my questions – which, let’s face it, were all asking in one way or another for a Get Out Of Jail Free Card. But the truth is that I have 3 weeks and 6 more days left in the sling (also known as the arm cooker as per Anja – and a truer name was never assigned, given its black polyester nature and the 32C nights).
And so onwards I go, perfecting my left hand-typing, mouse-maneuvering, veggie-chopping skills. But I still can’t tie my own shoes.
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Here’s hoping your arm is fully cooked when you get out!