The other day I got a nice comment on my blog, but Hannah took it off. Some asshole told me to man-up and get over myself. Well, maybe I should, but why are they reading my blog if they dislike me so much? Go away, doo-doo head. 

Anyway, today and yesterday I’ve been cleaning up my studio. It’s way too late to start any art now, so I gotta put all my shit away, organize, and dust. Basically, I’m doing a spring cleaning so that everything will be good to go once I’m ready to get back to work. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or something like that. 

I have much to do before we leave. I have doctors’ appointments scattered all over the week, plus my last physical therapy appointments. Today was pretty much my last one because I’ll be discharged on Thursday. I’m hoping the evaluation will show that I’ve improved a lot from when I initially started. I think it will. I feel like I’m in way better shape.

Later today is brain-cootie therapy, or whatever you want to call it. I’m writing this just forty-five minutes before the session and will probably finish it up right after if I’m not exhausted. Sometimes I get tired afterward. Of course, it depends on what we talk about. I mean, there are times when I’m energized too. I scheduled a session right before my last pre-op appointment, and I predict that will probably be a great one.

I’m also getting another Covid test on Sunday. You have to get one within five days of the surgery. Having the Corona Virus would be the only thing that would stop me now. All my labs were A-OK, and I got my letter of surgical clearance from my primary physician. 

I’m also doing a furious cleaning of my bedroom. I’ll be spending a month in it after all. Did I mention I can’t raise my arms above my head for six months? I’m not kidding there. It’s true. I will only be able to position my arms in a T-rex kind of position until then. Otherwise, I can screw up the healing process. This is going to truly suck butt because it increases the likelihood of contracting Frozen shoulder, and I already have rotator cuff tendonitis in both shoulders! I should be putting moist heat on it daily, but I haven’t been. So I don’t know how that’s going to play out. That is one of my more realistic worries. My other worries are much more unrealistic and catastrophic. I guess if I didn’t have those kinds of fears, I wouldn’t be Carol.

I’m not bringing much in terms of things to do. I am taking along my Eye-book, however, just in case I feel creative. I wonder what kind of weird, non-binary/surgery art might pop out of me. You never know. It could be as strange as everything else I do. Or, I might be too fucking high to pick up a pen. 

…counting the days now.