Sounds like Simon and Garfunkel. Well, I am feeling low as a skunk, smelly as a snake. Jeeze, I went to my surgeon today and decided to schedule surgery for my other hip in February ’10. I actually don’t know how I really feel about it, I know what’s coming, have faith in the doctor, but still…sheeit.
It hurts like hell now, so I suppose it’s time to go ahead and do this thing. Why wait until I can barely walk? I have to quit smoking again, I am not sure how easy it will be this time.
Birthday’s been ‘down’ for 3 days now, he’s one of our dogs. He’s our favorite dog. He is around 12 and has seizures, then goes ‘down,’ in that he can hardly move. Tonight Anthony spoke kind of sternly to Birthday, and he responded, got up and went outside. We’ll see what happens in the morning.
You know what? This is what I really want my blog to be-a diary, a notepad where I can just ramble and not worry about judgement or length or any damned thing.