Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

I really didn’t want to go there, but I’ve been having trouble for so long.  My daughter talked me into going.  I want to visit my girlfriend in Arizona.  I don’t want an aisle seat near the lavatory.  I want to be able to sit by a window and knit.  So I went.  She asked a bunch of questions, most of which I said, “yes”, to.  I have to go back in a month for a “procedure” that I don’t want to even think about right now.  She gave me some of  “those” pills to take to see if they help.  I have no intention of taking them forever.  I want the TVT surgery.  Besides, the pills can cause constipation which I don’t need.  I have hypothyroidism which makes you constipated anyway.  To make a long story short, I’m depressed.

One thing I can say for the urologist, they were prompt.  I only finished two rows on my sock while waiting.  It was very humid today, but I still sat outside and knit for a couple of hours.  I needed quiet time to think.

It was too sunny for Zip.Cora kept me company.