Here’s what I started to write for today’s post:
One of the first lessons in fibromyalgia school is about pacing. It’s a lesson I have to relearn on a regular basis. This morning, for example, we did a bunch of stuff, came home and had tea, and then I did a bunch more stuff while waiting for the man to come to fix my chair. By the time Doug went out to get us some lunch, I was barely standing up. Fibro in full flair, dizzy, the works.
The rest of the post was to be about how hard a lesson this is to learn.
Then, about 4, we got a call from the surgeon. Doug is tentatively scheduled to have a triple bypass sometime on Wednesday, April 30. The “tentative” will be clarified on Tuesday morning (!) and is likely to allow for the possibility of a more serious case appearing. The “sometime” will also be clarified on Tuesday; it depends entirely on the nature of the second case to be done on the Wednesday. I will let you know when I do. Surgery is likely to be in excess of 4 – 6 hours, and I will post updates when I can.
Needless to say, the rest of the post is done for today. We went out to Mandarin for a last supper, and tomorrow begin to prepare us both for surgery!
A great quote stolen from my friend Peter’s blog, with thanks to both him and Henry Ward Beecher.
“Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.”—Henry Ward Beecher