A new drain

And I'm disappointed about it, but what can I do? Veronica told me today that my recovery after the mastectomy is going right on schedule. That calmed me down some.

Right now I am sitting in my room with all the windows open, the sun is shining in and the breeze is delicious. Speaking of which, the whole apartment smells wonderful from Marshall's cooking for our Shabbat dinner. Those scents make me want to eat RIGHT NOW, but I guess I'll have to wait until 7ish for dinner.

My right knee is still slightly swollen from walking up the 3-1/2 million steps to Penny's house on Tuesday. Really there are only 62 or 63, she's not sure, but my old knee injury flared up. A teensy bit frustrating when all I want to do is be outside and walk!

When I saw Veronica this morning I asked about some tenderness that I am feeling in my left shoulder toward the end of each day. She said she must have nicked a nerve during the operation, and that there's nothing that can be done to correct. Of course she apologized. It will be a daily reminder of my mortality.

For my Jewish friends and fans (tee hee) I wish you a wonderful Shabbat.