I’m wearing manta ray Tie o’ the Day to psych myself up into jumping into the pool. The beautiful Tie won’t be swimming with me, because I don’t especially want to swim with manta rays. Don’t worry, some of my stunt neckwear will swim with me when I finally take my first post-operation leap into the pool. You’ll see photos of the event soon, but I can’t quite wrap my mind around taking a dip yet. The problem is that I’m afraid swimming this soon will pull or tear all the wrong muscles and organs surrounding my teeny tiny pancreas, and then I’ll have to be opened up a second time. I will do anything (or NOT do anything) it takes to make sure I never have to stay in a hospital again. Ever since I came home from Hunstman, I’ve gazed longingly at the pool each day. The blue of the water calls to me. And here I sit on my couch, not answering the call. Yet. I think the pool misses me as much as I miss it. Being so cautious about doing stuff makes me feel prissy, and prissy isn’t something I usually feel. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt prissy in my life– not even when Suzanne once brought out her suitcases of make-up and gave me a full-out makeover. Having brought up that particular incident just now, I anticipate at least a couple of you will ask to see photos of such a thing happening to me again. Suzanne and I already discussed that me in make-up would be an excellent TIE O’ THE DAY post. We figure you’ll like it. So… now you have two specific posts to look forward to: Ties and bow ties swimming in the pool, and me with a made-up face. 💄
