Today I am going to go to the beauty parlor to get my hair washed. I am able to shower OK, but getting that arm up to shampoo is just impossible. So I figured I would channel my inner 1950's housewife and go get my hair done, maybe have a light lunch, and then do a little grocery shopping...all while wearing pumps and pearls.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I will be lucky to find a pair if sweatpants that don't have too many holes in them for polite society and a pair of shoes that I can just slip on instead of tie. No lunch...I'm just not hungry for anything, and methinks the grocery shopping can wait until next week. (I don't really need anything and the prospect of fainting in the canned pea aisle isn't exactly blowing up my skirt at the moment.)
So it will be sweats, hair, and home and we'll save the Girl About Town episode for another day.
Still no stitching, and I have spent most of my time sleeping and snoring away under the magic blanket. I'm just not quite...me...yet, so I suppose I should just be a patient patient and stop kvetching about it. Surgery is hard enough if you're young and healthy...throw age and kidney disease in there and it's no wonder I'm still on the mat!
Here's hoping your weekend is off to a fabulous start! Do something fun and come tell us all about it!