This squeaky wheel is getting her grease.
I finally have a date for surgery - March 12th @ 1pm. So, 19 days of non-recovery life left, and counting...
I cannot even BEGIN to tell you what a relief this is. Ok, I probably don't need to tell you - you're probably only too glad to have the prospect of a post or two that's not related to my damn hip and/or surgeon. Don't think I haven't noticed the absence of comments on my posts. :(
Anyway, it's 4:17pm on a Friday and I'm drinking a damn martini. Time to celebrate... while I can.