Free At Last…Sort Of
Lying on the examining table, I began to think furiously of all the activities that I would be able to do now that the surgeon, Dr. Williamson, had removed the drains from my body: tennis, hiking, volleyball…
“You play piano, right?” he interrupted my thoughts.
I nodded.
“Not for the next three days, you’re not,” he said firmly. “You will do nothing else either.”
“What about the naturopath tomorrow?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“What about doing dishes?”
“Nope.”
“What about church on Sunday?”
“No. Nothing.”
I began to get desperate. I was going to be bored out of my mind. “What about knitting?”
“If you’re very careful, you should be able to knit.” He explained that I was to do nothing for the next 72 hours or fluid would build up and he would have to aspirate…..with a needle.
Well, why didn’t he just say that in the first place?
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Nice of your doc to prescribe “Princess of the Day” for you. The most exertion you should be doing is lifting a finger to point, so your family knows which chocolate to feed you, which blanket to bring, and when to turn the page on the novel you’re reading… Good luck with it!
Your still laying low right ????