Dave and I went to Seattle and met with a new surgeon. I did like him even though when I asked for a new robot body, instead of just replacing parts one at a time, he said no he couldn't do that.
"You are a doctor with awards, you should be able to figure that out." I informed him.
He just shook his head and awkwardly laughed.
Dave said I'm not allowed to talk to my doctors anymore.
The new hip plan is to fly to Seattle on Thursday, pre-op on Friday, dinner with the Curly haired boy and DIL on Friday night, Red Lobster on Saturday (Dave loves that place and basically the rest of his week will be shit just taking care of a whiney me, so he gets to choose this), Dinner with the niece and great-niece on Sunday, and surgery on Monday.
Some good friends lent us a walker. It is a fancy one with a seat if you get tired walking down the hall to the bathroom, and a basket to carry stuff in, like a book, extra t.p., poo pourri, or what ever you need to carry down the hall to the bathroom with you. Dave has a couple of things he needs to do at the house before we leave, and we have the
You might wonder why I am calling this doctor, Dr. Kick-Ass. I really do like him, he has more personality than the first guy we were scheduled with and I think if I tell him I think he is awesome and a Kick Ass doctor, he will give me that robot body after all. I'll drink to that plan any day.
Christmas Dreams
makes 4 cocktails
1 cup pineapple juice
1/2 cup coconut cream
1/2 cup Blue Curacoa
1/2 cup vodka, vanilla or whipped cream vodka works well too (yes, I tried it more than once)
ice, as desired
Place all ingredients in blender. Blend until ice is crushed and drink is slushy and cold. Pour into 4 cocktail glasses and celebrate!
