I’ve been awake since 0430hrs. My Dad apparently misdialled our home phone this morning. It initially scared the shit out of me. I was coming out of my drug induced haze and was running through scenarios of reasons why the phone would be ringing at 0430hrs. My first thought was Zach (still a little PTSD there) and then for some reason I thought “maybe it’s a specialist”. Huh? Yeah, I know. Doesn’t make sense. Anyways, since my drugs were wearing off and I had that brief surge of adrenaline, I figured I would get my day started. No worries Dad. Love you. Shit happens.
We managed to get an appointment with an orthopaedic surgeon at 1300hrs today. Apparently he is good but arrogant and abrupt. As long as he is good and can fix me I can handle the personality or lack thereof. I’m bracing myself for the inevitable bleak news that I’ve come to expect from specialists. It’s almost as if it’s an ego mechanism – they give you the worst possible outcome so that if they fail they can say “I warned you”. But if they in fact succeed, they look like rock stars. Let’s hope this guy ends up being a legendary rock star.
Now I’m going to go back to listening to some Nirvana and maybe a little Foo Fighters before the kids get up for school.