COUNTDOWN Trying to get all the big chores out of the way before I am laid up again. Painted the deck a brighter shade than the "peanut butter/baby poop" color we had before. I'm sorry. Sherwin Williams called it "Smoky Topaz". Though both colors match the auxiliary deck which is odd. Paint has gone up, a lot, in the four years since we painted last. How do I know when we last did it? As I was perusing good old Facebook at the end of the day pictures popped up from four years ago celebrating the painting of the deck! Cue the spooky music. Pic 1-2019 Pic 2-2024
Which brings up a construction joke. Do not eat aluminum you will sheet metal
NEXT ADVENTURE Had my pre-anesthesia appointment last week. This is the one where they lay out the doom and gloom and the odds of you surviving intact. 6% chance of a whoops compared to a 3% for the knee. This way they are covered if you wake up dead, I guess. Which is about as silly as the dude on Family Feud the other night. Yes, we watch cable and don't pay for any streaming services. When asked "When should a woman not get a haircut?" The guy says, "before her funeral". Right up there with the question "If your wife was gone, on a scale of one to ten, how much would you miss her" The two answers were 5 and 1. Neither guy was married.
The medical staff are so nonchalant about the possible ugly scenarios. I asked if I would be enjoying an ensemble like last September for my knockout shot. She looked puzzled and said we don't have any resident anesthesiologists. Ok-who were all those people and who popped the shot last September? Maybe I should just call Sam, but we were all having such a good time, what the hey. Actually, it's general anesthesia this time with a breathing tube as I will be on my stomach, no doubt on a massage table with the face part cut out. Don't ask me, I will be asleep. As I am required to drink 20 oz of Gatorade before the procedure, I hope they will be wearing their splash goggles.
Of course, they weigh you (they are obsessed) fully clothed and after breakfast-not fair. However, my BMI was in the good girl range as she put my height down as 5'5" ??? Only 2 1/2 inches off. Hopefully they will be weighing and measuring several times before zero hour. They ask your name, birthdate and procedure about fifty times and then magic mark the surgical area. I won't be able to participate in the paint by number exercise this time as it's behind me. No doubt mistakes have been made in the past; hence the eagerness to make the patient part of any possible faux pas. My fear with the knee was I would wake up with the wrong knee bandaged. As this spot is right above the buttocks, location should be pretty much nailed.
Pre-op is fun until you lose consciousness; an assembly line of naked bodies wrapped in back opening matching gowns in various stages of prep. After a week of special soap and two showers with antiseptic soap the morning of, the victim er patient is given five pre-moistened and thankfully, warm cleaning strips that are very specifically to be used in a specific order on various body parts. If a germ escapes it was meant to be. The area is rather busy actually so I can see why they ask you so many times if you are really you. I'm looking for the day we all have our micro-chips installed which should eliminate some of the guesswork, apparently, on the surgeon's part.
AND THEN All this wandering downtown Lansing has let me enjoy the absolutely horrible roads around the Capitol. I'm kind of torn. Should the capital of Michigan have the best roads, or should they be the last to be repaired and the road money be used where it's needed the most. Working for government for many years it seemed we were always the last to get updated materials, training or technology. Working as a public servant certainly emphasizes the servant part. Again torn, as we are working off taxpayer money, but we could be so much more efficient (even less employees) if we had better tools.
AND FURTHER There is something so decadent about working on a laptop at the lake with the water as your backdrop. I attended a ZOOM meeting for the Conference last week from the lake. I was also sipping a beer. But as I am not technically working for anyone but myself bring on the adult beverages. I am much more relaxed working while retired "WWR". Speaking of water, does anyone else have bathroom dreams? I often dream about looking for a bathroom and when I find one for some reason it is not private and I move on to the next chapter which is usually trying to leave a large City, but I keep missing the entrance to the expressway. I mean I always need to go when I get up from bed, and I know where the bathroom is, but are the two things related? Our psyche is such an interesting place.
Happy Father's Day to all the male influencers out there. But the OH is not getting out of grilling my steak later tonight as the daughter already took him golfing. We miss you Dad. Peace out..💚 💙💛
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