Dwayne's shoulder surgery is tomorrow at 8 am.
We both have colds, which is terrible timing, but hopefully his will have no impact on his surgery tomorrow.
I will be taking the first 68 pages of my novel with me for the first read-over/edit so hopefully, I'll get a couple of hours to work on that. I know, I know: be careful what you wish for -- I don't want many, many hours, just the regular amount for a routine shoulder surgery.
Mum is in charge of the two dogs and the two cats, the 12 chickens and one rabbit. No idea what the house will look like by the time we get home Friday evening but at least it's not cold enough for her to want to bring the chickens into the house.
Can't believe the surgery has finally arrived. Took a photo last night of his shoulders, as proof of how much his right shoulder has dropped and it's pretty amazing, the slope on it. Trying to collect evidence for what will likely be a fight for appropriate compensation. But Dwayne was told yesterday by the physiotherapist in Halifax, who was getting him fitted in his sling -- will have to show you a photo of that amazing system -- he wakes up with it on -- he was told that he has the best surgeon. Nice to hear.
Let's get this done.