I have a surgical date, sort of

I had a follow-up appointment with the surgeon today and got a few more details. I now have a date of sorts: next week or the week after. I realize that this isn’t still pinned down too tightly but it’s better than what I was working with the day before.

The doctor commented on Clara’s point that Dr. Poole, who is on vacation until next week, said that he would probably want to do it. “Of course, she said. This is rare. Since you don’t commonly get to do one of these, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said, “unless something goes wrong.”

Hopefully, nothing goes wrong. And, quite frankly, I always thought the “fun” in surgery was directly proportional to how vertical you were during the procedure…