It's limited! My patience is so...limited!

Please hear the title as that song from Wicked. A lot more people know it now that there's a movie. If not, I'll wait while you go look it up.

All set? OK! 

So! My patience is not what it was. I used to be able to wait forever for things, no problem. I could listen to the winding anecdotes of toddlers. I could wait until my clients woke up before doing their (sometimes literally) endless laundry list of tasks. I could absolutely ruin a pie crust by overworking it, achieving a baked texture not unlike shoe leather.

I was super patient.

Now, not so much. I do not like waiting. I get irritated in grocery store lines. I interrupt when someone's story goes too long, to make sure we get to the point. My pie crust is now superb. Honestly, it's flaky, buttery perfection. The change in my life is marked, I tell you. For the better? Likely not, for everything but my pie crust. Honestly, though? Not the worst trade off.

So what does this story have to do with my post today? You may ask this with a little impatience, yourself.

Well, a lot.

I'm currently waiting for an appointment in late January so I can find out when the first of my two upcoming surgeries is. I think I may have mentioned getting my date for the surgery last update, but I didn't. I just misunderstood what I was told. My pre-op appointment is on the day and time I now have scheduled, and that's where I'll find out when my parathyroid surgery is. Hopefully not too far out, as I would really like to get this wrist issue fixed. It hurts to do pretty much everything from read, to type, to drive. I've been wearing either a brace or kinesiology theraputic tape for most of the last 6 months. It's tiresome.

However, the calcium leeching out of my bones needs to be taken care of first, understandably. Waiting is hard, though. It's tedious and goes so slowly. If life had a fast forward button like a VCR (where my 70s and 80s kids at?), things would be so much easier.

Well, as my mom said when I was a kid, "if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride." Outdated and definitely not politically correct aphorism, but it's not false.

I have no idea how much damage this calcium issue is doing me at this point. I know that, eventually, it will likely weaken my bones, and I've had this thing going on for at least the last 10 years, quite possibly 15. It's been a while.

Seriously, folks, check your own test results periodically. Sometimes doctors miss things that may be important. They have a lot going on, and sometimes, things slip past.

So, here I sit, waiting a little less than two weeks to find out what my next hurdle is. I'm hoping it's not much of a much; maybe like getting one's tonsils out. I've never done that either. So really no basis of comparison.

I know what hand surgery entails. I've done that a couple of times before. No big deal, really. Keep the area immobile for as long as they say, do your PT exercises, and you'll come out fine. 

This, though, throat surgery...I mean, I know I should leave the stitches alone, but do I talk? Not talk? solid foods? Soft foods? Liquid foods? I mean, I imagine not the last one, at least not after the first day or so. Still so many variables, though. Also, when will I be able to sing after? It's so nerve-wracking.

I know I'll find out, soon. I know how fast time goes by, even when it seems like it's snail-crawling along. I learned that with my cancer surgery. That wasn't easy for me to wait for either.

Like I said, I'm impatient, now. Not all that much I can do to change that fact besides live my life in the meantime.