Every once in a while I guess I need a reminder that I’m not really in control of my life. My broken wrist was a big reminder, as it really changed how November and December played out. A time to slow down, set to-do lists and schedules aside.
In December I was starting to feel independent and a little more in control of my life, and we find out (after tests and much waiting) that hubby has a medical condition requiring surgery. It’s not life threatening (thank you, God), but does need to be taken care of. Hmm, the plan to go to Texas for ten weeks to escape some of the Minnesota Winter (brrr) is thrown out the window (not literally, our windows are probably all frozen shut). You need to do what you need to do. We can get the surgery done and survive the cold winter as well.
Then yesterday we were waiting for the call from the scheduling nurse to arrange the surgery date. The earliest date is the end of January. What??? We could have gone to Texas right after Christmas and … well, never mind. We’re obviously not in control here.
But wait, we could sneak in a SHORT trip before the surgery. (Can you hear me packing?) I know, I’m not in charge, but we’re doing our best to get in a little sunshine and R&R, play some cards with our winter friends, enjoy some walks on the beach, eat some good freshly caught fish, do some bird-watching and take some pictures. This will be a wonderful pre-surgery diversion for both of us.
I’m not in control. I’m not in control. I’m not in control. I’m just along for the ride.
Sue
