Well, my surgery was postponed again, at the last minute. Apparently I am still anemic. Now there is no date set. I took this with very little grace, I admit, but now I am wilted from accepting the news. I am in limbo with an appointment for an "infusion" pending. So I keep limping along as best I can.
Friday is a bad day for me anyway since I have to put out the trash for collection. Trying to maneuver large trashcans and many cardboard boxes while using a walker is a challenge. Today I found strange full garbage cans in front of the house,,,,,some neighbor must have decided to take advantage of my contract with Moose Island Trash Removal....... likely some temporary tenants in the house next door. It doesn't bother me. I have a pretty big pile of trash myself anyway because I have to order my pet supplies, as well as my groceries. They all come in gigantic cardboard boxes that then have to be disposed of. I cringe at the amount of trash I generate. I'm embarrassed by it. I called the company and they offered to consolidate the shipments, but now the boxes are too big for me to handle without herculean strength. (Try hauling a box four feet high full of canned dogfood, catfood, bird food, bags of dry food, puppy pads, cat litter, chicken feed (50 pounds) from the curb, down a cement walk, up over two steps, and through a doorway with a hysterically barking puppy and a cat trying to get through the door....all while using a walker.
Well it will all be over at some point........at least I have to believe it will be. And all things considered I am patting myself on the back for being so independent and capable in the face of my temporary handicap. I've tried to figure out some way to take a picture of myself struggling with this, but I guess I will have to wait for some stranger to walk by while I'm doing it. Instead, I'll take another picture of my little puppy, who keeps a smile on my face no matter what else happens.
