But before that can happen, there are antiobiotics to swallow, specialists to call, kidneys to plump, and one very stubborn spinster who is determinied to postpone said surgery until the apocalypse.
(Which I assume is any day now considering all of the other crap happening in my life at the moment.)
Never fear...I took the news with my usual good cheer, paid my $10 copay, got the hell out of there and went for a Berry Boost smoothie at the Smoothie King right outside my apartment.
I don't know what's in it exactly, but I feel healthier already.
Seriously, kids. I will survive this. I have to. There are blog posts to post, Needlepoint Now columns to write, and enough stitching projects in my little cube room studio to keep me busy and out of trouble well into my dotage.
Besides...I promised myself that getting all of the bad stuff out of the way now means that I will be a very happy little old lady.
With a motorcycle.
And a very young boyfriend.
Here's a little progress on Bobbin Garden:
As soon as I finish my smoothie, the paper, and the puzzles I think I'll get back to it. It is a simple stitch, but very fun and turning out quite lovely, I must say.
Here's hoping your very own Futzingday is surgery and worry free. Do something fun and come tell me all about it!