Bad to the Bone

I took Susan and Miriam to Winco today to get some stuff for our reunion Monday, and when we got home Marcus and brought a dead magpie through his little doggie door and dropped it in the middle of the living room. I should have taken a picture. Disgusting. But I believe the intent was wonderful. Good doggie!

I am scheduled to have surgery tomorrow at 1:30. Say a little prayer for me, will you? I like getting that extra little help. For the doctors and nurses, I am sure this is all very routine. For me, this is extraordinary.

This morning I visited with Dr. Donigan, an orthopedic surgeon specializing in hand, elbow and shoulder surgeries. He quickly diagnosed the problem as a bicep tear (what we expected) and recommended surgery to reattach the tendon to the bone. I was fascinated how he came to the conclusion so quickly: he had me feel the upper part of the inside of my right arm when it was outstretched: it has a strong, firm, elastic tendon one can easily feel. There isn't anything when pushing against the same spot on my left arm.

Tomorrow, he plans to make a small incision in the crook of my arm and drill a small hole through my bone. He will fish the tendon out from around my bicep, wherever it snapped up to, repair and suture it as needed, and stick it through the hole and suture it to a button on the opposite side. It sounds really cool, but I am planning on sleeping through the whole thing.

Love y'all!