Since I can't manage a protein day today anyway, who needs the grief? I have it planned to do one tomorrow unless the scale plays nice. It's not tough to go that way; one just adds veggies and fruit! It is tough to figure in a corrective day last minute.
I'm attempting to make an up-to-date to do list. It's ugly. I'm factoring in what I want to accomplish before my surgery (Or as I view it, running headlong toward a cliff), and it just boggles the mind.
When one homeschools (read: lack of time for other things), and can't sit upright in a chair like a normal person, or use their hand properly, it certainly complicates life. Everything takes twice the planning and implementation of doing something as simple as addressing an envelope takes on layers of hassle. Yep, it sucks.
Speaking of my thoracic outlet problem, I finally bit the bullet and made an appointment with my former doctor. He's the ONLY ONE. I tried so long to find somebody else (since my surgery failed and he's a bit of a knob). There is no one else. And if I ever want to properly use my hand again, I need to suck it up.
So of course I have to fall into the .000007% of people who SHOULD have the first rib out. Too bad they find that out only in doing the horribly painful surgery first--and having it fail. I look at the scars on my neck and shoulder and think, You were in there already, why didn't you just yank it out to be on the safe side? Sadly, doctors don't take my word for it when I tell them I'm a freak. They think I must be mistaken--until I prove it to them the hard way.
The inevitability of more spinal and thoracic surgery could put me over the edge if I let it. But I don't let it (much). That way be madness....
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