Today I discovered that, although I am a high risk for the surgery, the pulmonologist will approve my hernia surgery IF I get my blood gasses taken and they come back to his satisfaction. I guess I will go get that done at the hospital in the next couple of days. For anyone out there who has not had that test, there is no other way to say it, it sucks big time. They take a tiny needle and remove blood from an artery in your wrist, which is a very tender spot with lots of nerve endings. Believe me, no one wants this test, no way. But, to get the surgery I need, I must present myself for doctor torture, and then, maybe, they will open the double-secret seal on the surgery door. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
It's a good thing I have the beady projects on my worktable or I might just go mad. Maybe I already made that trip over the threshold into madness. It's hard to tell from this angle. All I can say is that all this is helping me to focus on areas of bead work I need to explore. That is the best silk purse I can make of the sow's ear that is my life right now. This, too, shall pass.
Thanks to the Bead Soup Blog Party, Michelle Mach and her blog hops and Kate McKinnon and Dustin Wedekind for their triangle kits. All these give me reasons to live, thrive and survive, with a couple of bent nods to The Blues Brothers.