Penguin Tie o’ the Day serves a much-needed purpose for me today. It is a “cute” and understated tie, projecting a non-weird vibe for someone I am meeting for the first time. Sometimes it is of utmost importance to proceed under the radar a bit.
This morning I had my initial appointment with my shoulder specialist. You don’t want your fashion to be too loud when you meet someone important who has no idea about your tie issues– especially when that person might eventually be cutting you open with a scalpel. You want your surgeon to be comfortable getting to know you. And then, after you are chattin’ pals, you can unveil your authentic tie self. You can get out your clash fashion. You can wear your bigly butterfly bow ties to future appointments. You can skip into the doc’s office in one of your eye-popping capes. I can’t wait!
Anyhoo… At my initial appointment this morning, I had a series of X-rays done. Dr. Hugh (not his real name) talked me through the X-rays, none of which made any sense to me. Fast forward to the bottom line: The rotator cuff in my right shoulder is toast. So far, that’s all we know for sure. I go back for an ultrasound in a couple of hours.
I know you are all hoping I won’t have to have another surgery, because you know I’ll tell you every annoying detail of the operation and the recovery. And I know we’ve all had enough of that kind of blah, blah, blah this year.
I could promise you right now that if I have to go under the sharp knife again, I won’t bore you with details. But I won’t promise any such thing. I know who I am. I know what I can and can’t change about myself. And I can’t change the fact that I write about whatever’s going on with me, no matter how hair-raising, death-defying, humdrum, or unbelievable. It’s how I roll. Sorry, folks.
HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 26 Bow ties. 68 Neckties.