And just as the last week before Christmas or a long-awaited vacation, so is the last week of having my cast showing signs of dragging along like molasses mixed with crazy glue running down a rocky hill. Five days, y'all. Five. Days. The day after tomorrow, I leave for a teacher training weekend which will make the last few days fly by - - I hope. But that doesn't start until the day after tomorrow.
My new thing is saying, "On Friday, I will be able to say that tomorrow I will be able to say that I get my cast off the day after tomorrow." I don't find this the slightest bit confusing. Patience has never been among my set of virtues, but I'm going above and beyond crazy with my desire to have this week over and done with. I've even started going to bed at 9.00pm, not so I can get up nice and early without an alarm clock, but so the days will be over and done with. Boom! Nine o'clock! Time's up for you, day! Hasta la vista, sweet cheeks!
And the day is planned out, too. First thing is ordering a nice prize for myself that I'm not talking about until it arrives, and then I'm going to run a lot of errands to avoid bouncing off the walls until time to go to the doctor. I know exactly what time I will start to get ready, and the exact second I will leave to go to my appointment. I have a script running in my head of what I will do when I leave the doctor's office - come straight home, go right upstairs, and have a nice bath during which I will shave my leg. I'm clearing my calendar for the next day so I can have a celebratory stay-cation.
Five days left. Five. More. Days.
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