The Waiting Place....

....waiting for a train to go

or a bus to come, or a plane to go

or the mail to come, or the rain to go

OR THE PHONE TO RING......!!!!!

(Oh, the Places You'll Go! by Dr. Seuss)

I have always had somewhat of a dislike for the telephone... I don't usually get calls from people that want to talk. I get calls from people that want something. And my cell phone, well before the cancer, I liked to have it available, but if I forgot it (more like forgot where I put it...) it wasn't a huge deal. I just went on with my day. Now I feel like I can't be away from the phone. I walk out to the mailbox with the cell phone in one hand and the home phone in the other. It makes it more difficult to carry mail. I also dislike "call waiting"... "You have a rare form of BEEP. We are able to treat that with BEEP But some people tend to end up with BEEP".... I realize that it can be turned off, but I am not going to remember to press #Whatever every time I pick up the phone. I can't even remember what number I am supposed to press. I have to look it up in the handy dandy manual each time.

So anyway, what I am trying to say is that I am still waiting for the doctors office to call back regarding the surgery. I don't have a date set, I don't have any idea when it will be. I am just waiting....