|June 24, 2015
||[Jun. 24th, 2015|11:55 pm]
Up very late in the morning, and from the moment I started down the stairs my ankle was killing me. It as extremely sore all day, with shooting pains going up into my calf. I have no idea why it's suddenly so much worse than usual, but it's very annoying.
Anyways, I settled in to my usual computer routine, and also started some laundry. Bongo came downstairs again for a little while, which was good, and I started to update my LiveJournal. So far so good, but then queenmomcat and I had to go off to see the surgeon.
While in the waiting room, I did finish reading In the Dark Places (19/4,072), mainly because the surgeon was running behind. In any case, he confirmed that he needed to operate again, and that this second operation would be more radical than the first. Not a mastectomy, but not as breast-preserving as the first one. queenmomcat, understandably, was very upset about this, which means that I was upset too. She has a difficult time ahead of her, but I intend to be by her side all the way.
Back home, we e-mailed various family members with the news, and then I did some dishes, mainly to just keep busy. Bongo came downstairs again, and this time he entered into a temporary truce with Zazu, with the help of a can of tuna. It didn't last, but it was progress. I also prepared some more strawberries for freezing, and then went out and got carry out barbeque for dinner. (Neither of us felt like cooking or eating out.)
Tomorrow I'm back to work at the book store for a few days, and the for a change I have the weekend off. For now, thought, it's off to bed, and putting a bad day behind us.