So here I am on the couch again. I went for surgery on my foot and seeing as the sign at the Hospital where I registered said AMBULATORY SURGERY I figured I'd be WALKING out. Well, no, in fact I am in a splint that was bigger than the cast I was in for 8 weeks this winter. And worse- no weight bearing on this foot. I am in such a pathetic state- it reminds me of that song by the Statler Brothers, "Flowers on The Wall".
I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun
[Chorus:]Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do
Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time
It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin' flowers on the wall....
I think Frances, my anesthesiologist, should have put me to sleep for three weeks until I could walk again. Oh, the wallowing!