Wednesday, September 27, 2006
ANOTHER CARROT FOR THE DONKEY AT NUMBER 8 PLEASE!
My surgeon unexpectedly visited me at one of those ungodly hours and had a quick squiz at my x-rays.
"You've been shorn!" I realised vocally.
"Yes I know, even more conservative than before." he joked.
"Good lord! Next you'll be voting liberal!"
To which he replied laughingly:
"No, I'm far too left wing for that."
After our little exchange he commented on how the legs seem to have healed enough to be able to withstand full weight.
Again.
Remember, that's not the first time I've been told that.
The right femur still has a little to go and the tibia also has a crack that's not quite right.
As far as he's concerned I can walk, save for the pelvis fracture.
So this Friday, I will once again be seeing the pelvis specialist and again for the third, hopefully receiving some sort of clearer timeline or decision on whether to go to the chop shop or not.
The good news is that if he decides not to put me on the chopping board, I can go home.
The nurses have been coming up to me and asking if the news is true, how good I must be feeling, how much I can't wait, how good it is.
As much as I'm supposed to be racing around the ward telling everyone how ecstatic I feel or bouncing off walls from the joy, I am not holding my breath as I've been down the Buttercup road before.
For some unexplained reason I'm not as jubilant as I should expect to be.
Maybe it's a case of Stockholm Syndrome?
Who knows.
Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart
Pretty much sums up how I feel about these old wrinkled and bendy carrots they keep dangling in front of me, only to have them taken away.
I'll never forget that song in the movie Luggage Of The Gods when the astonished cave man ( did they even have that emotion back in prehistoric times? ) managed to get the stereo / ghetto blaster working, only to be aurally assaulted by The Foundations!
So for the moment my friend uncertainty will keep me company until the time comes for it to knock off...........whenever that might be.
.
"You've been shorn!" I realised vocally.
"Yes I know, even more conservative than before." he joked.
"Good lord! Next you'll be voting liberal!"
To which he replied laughingly:
"No, I'm far too left wing for that."
After our little exchange he commented on how the legs seem to have healed enough to be able to withstand full weight.
Again.
Remember, that's not the first time I've been told that.
The right femur still has a little to go and the tibia also has a crack that's not quite right.
As far as he's concerned I can walk, save for the pelvis fracture.
So this Friday, I will once again be seeing the pelvis specialist and again for the third, hopefully receiving some sort of clearer timeline or decision on whether to go to the chop shop or not.
The good news is that if he decides not to put me on the chopping board, I can go home.
The nurses have been coming up to me and asking if the news is true, how good I must be feeling, how much I can't wait, how good it is.
As much as I'm supposed to be racing around the ward telling everyone how ecstatic I feel or bouncing off walls from the joy, I am not holding my breath as I've been down the Buttercup road before.
For some unexplained reason I'm not as jubilant as I should expect to be.
Maybe it's a case of Stockholm Syndrome?
Who knows.
Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart
Pretty much sums up how I feel about these old wrinkled and bendy carrots they keep dangling in front of me, only to have them taken away.
I'll never forget that song in the movie Luggage Of The Gods when the astonished cave man ( did they even have that emotion back in prehistoric times? ) managed to get the stereo / ghetto blaster working, only to be aurally assaulted by The Foundations!
So for the moment my friend uncertainty will keep me company until the time comes for it to knock off...........whenever that might be.
.
