There will be no surgery today and poor Rick was counting the moments.
Rick needs an Echocardiogram (EKG?) and a stress test. Those two items alone we were told he'd already had so there was no need to worry. Well, I should've worried. I'm worried now ...
So: new roof - check
new wall - check
new non-buckling floor - check
new house - check
new back surgery - FORGET IT.
I am not frustrated, I am not frustrated, I am not frustrated, I am not frustrated.
I AM FRUSTRATED.
Those thirty-seven days till surgery? The count is growing ... with no end in sight.
Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, one hundred eleven ...
Two thousand seventeen ....