Despite my wearing a ferocious animal print Bow Tie o’ the Day to my ERCP at the hospital, the scope the doc stuck down my throat and into various innards was unable to dislodge and retrieve the boulder growing in my pancreas. It’s official: Plan A was a failure, so we’re on to Plan B and the shockwaves of lithotripsy. I don’t yet have an appointment for it, but I’m hoping it will be scheduled by the end of the day. The minute it’s on my calendar, you can bet I’ll be rummaging through the Tie Room neckwear inventory for the exact right piece to wear to Plan B, for good luck. In all my years of unofficial—but thorough—fashion studies, I have never once come across any suggestions for what to wear to a lithotripsy appointment. I guess it’s up to me to be the brave fashionista explorer who makes that discovery. 😎