Lyda here. The countdown is on.
My operation is scheduled for December 4th. I’ll be singing “Ding dong the bitchy horrible endless Period of Doom is dead…” Okay, I know it doesn’t scan, I’ll work on it…
In the meantime, I have my Vicodan… lovely lovely Vicodan. Took some last night and actually slept without pain for several hours at a time. Vicodan is my new best friend. The Vicodan makes me a zombie – a happy painfree zombie! – but I’ll only be taking it at night and on weekends… like my liquor… and my menz… but I digress…
And then after the operation I’ll be lurching around the hospital mumbling “Brainnnnnnsssssssssssss…..”
Or more likely “Mennnnnnnzzzzzzzzzz….” Because I will once again be interested. Well, after I’m healed. I haven’t been interested for months, which Anna-Liza can tell you is quite unusual.
I’ll be off work for at least two weeks, maybe four. Envy me the knitting and TV time.
T minus 18 days and counting.