Waiting

I'm sitting on "the barge" my seat, in our den. My place, as I like to call it, surrounded by MY stuff. I'm waiting to have surgery on my broken leg, this coming Thursday. Comfort is not coming my way, and if I don't occupy my mind, the constriction of the splint will start to make me crawl out of my skin, so I think, and blog. Waiting is difficult for most of us, waiting in pain, insanity. I have meds, but I think my angst is winning. Being bored is something that I'm not accustomed to, I don't like it!!! If I could move around better, maybe that "being bored" would flee. Reading is my refuge, and that is not working. So I wait, with an attitude. I count the gray hairs, and conjure up a plan, of how to get my hair colored, before surgery day. I have an appointment, its what do I do with the broken leg, and get beautified??? I'm sure crippled people get their hair done. Are people using the word crippled anymore??? I hate politically correct politeness!!!
Seems like we are always waiting for something. I think I will just sit back and enjoy the silence of my house, my worn, soft blanket, a cold soda, and pop another pill!! Crazy has not totally won!!!