Storm clouds on the horizon
Things are suddenly on the move here.
This carefree chap who takes life a day at a time is getting distinctly nervous. For the first time in a very long time I am shitting myself.
On Wednesday next I have a pre-operation assessment where they take samples and hook me up to machines to make sure I’m sober enough to go under the knife.
Then on Friday I have a meeting of The Team. This is when the whole gang get together and discuss what exactly has to be done and what disfigurements they will apply while they remove a chunk of my face and maybe leave me enough nose to hold up my glasses. The latter is a worry as if I can’t wear glasses, I can’t drive. Another little worry to add to the pot. I wonder if I will have any say in what they do? i doubt it. I’m just the meat on the slab.
Then Tuesday week is The Big Day. This is the day when they get down and dirty and slice and dice my face, The one little consolation is that presumably I’ll wake up with my head swathed in bandages and I can pretend to be the invisible Man.
All that aside, a bloke arrived this morning and installed a panic button system [which Daughter arranged apparently]. This is yet another chunk of technology which had to be installed at the phone line. The problem is that there is a shit load of crap [router, phone, television, satellite box] already there and the bloke managed to find the one spare socket in a mess of sockets that adorn the floor.
That tangle of wires, cables, plugs and sockets is a bit like my head at the moment.
in a fucking mess.
The next few days will add more precious facts to the situation, then you will know more about the way ahead, so that particular fucking mess may become a little less fucking messy.
It’ll do bugger-all for your cabling tangle, but let’s solve one problem at a time.
You’re still in the game, that’s what matters.
Friday’s meeting is the big one. I’m not quite sure how I feel about it. Fear? Enthusiasm? Trepidation? I just wish it was all over.
“while they remove a chunk of my face and maybe leave me enough nose to hold up my glasses. The latter is a worry as if I can’t wear glasses, I can’t drive.” Never mind Grandad, this is exactly what blue tack was invented for! 😉
Seriously though, I wish you well. Good luck.
Cas
Gorilla Tape is your only man!
Perhaps some nifty driving goggles like old-timey people might be the solution? Could be quite dashing paired with the pipe.
Crossing my fingers and toes for you.
That conjures up a weirdly surreal image?
No, separately, I don’t do yoga.
Wishing you and herself all the best and all the luck for your treatment – trying to look on the bright side, at least if you get to choose your new nose, you could achieve those film star looks at last (again?)
My mother had a sweet talent for pointing out people’s worst attributes. Apparently mine was my nose. She’s be so happy now.