Hans and Franz from "Saturday Night Live"
Well, another trip to the plastic surgeon and another "no go" on removing the drains for at least a few more days. If they don't stop out-putting, the doc is going to remove them regardless on the 25th. And again, I had to cancel chemo for Thursday, the 20th. Aye yi yi!!
However, I did get to experience the thrill of having four big plunger-like tubes of saline pumped into the girls. Actually, I didn't feel anything much, since I am still mostly numb. I didn't look while it was going on, 'cause I feel if I don't see it, it ain't really happening (pain wise). When the doc got done, he had me look in a mirror. My response was "WHOA!" I think he might have overdid it a tad. I do not want to look like a hoochy-coochy grandma. What the hey.
Jeffrey from the salon called and said my hair arrived. Whoo Whoo. I am really starting to look kinda sparse so it is good timing. I will probably go and pick it up tomorrow. Shall I give it a name, since it will be a very "close" friend for the next few months? I'll have to think on that and christen it something really good.
Mr. Alec came this morning and spent the day with us. Little Ma came and sat with him while we went for my appointment, and then Grandpa watched him while my brother Ken and I had a meeting with a lawyer (for Dad). Then I came home and Al and I played a wild game of Battleship. My, how that kid cheats at that game. I'm not really sure what the rules are, but I know we aren't playing it correctly. But he has fun, and that's all that matters. What the hey.
I was crazy busy the last few days with more stuff going on with Dad. Sister Karen is coming from Ankeny tomorrow to handle some legal business that needs to be dealt with. It kinda feels like we are living in a soap opera. Just when we think we might catch a break, chaos breaks out and things are spinning out of control. Jeez.
My Dan just called to check in, and I told him about my becoming a "Chesty LaFontane" person. He had quite a laughing fit. I don't blame him. The mental picture I get of myself as . . shall we say? . . . a perkier person than I have been in the past, tends to be a little ridiculous. What the hey.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL