When I get bored and restless, I come up with projects. The two projects I have scheduled for this week are relatively minor in the scheme of things, but somehow I don't think they'll satisfy the need for change that got me here.
Wednesday morning I'm having my fifth (and hopefully final) surgery. It's just a little "revision" to remove some of the nastier scarring from the infection and fluid drama after last year's exchange surgery. She'll also fix the left side that sort of flopped over. It should be a fairly easy surgery, just over an hour, and an 80% chance that I won't need a drain. Hopefully the worst part will be the early wake-up call to get to the hospital by 6:30. With no food or coffee. I'm sure that'll be the worst part for those around me.
Later this week I'm finally getting the living room and dining area painted. I say finally because for the past several months it has looked like an abstract art exhibit with six different paint colors in 11 different places while I tried to make a decision. It's given all of the painters that have come to give me a quote quite a chuckle. I'm glad it's amusing them, because their reactions to the two-story foyer and stairwell have given me some amusement as well. If I were a little (okay, a lot) less clumsy, I'd paint this room myself like I have all of the others. But the chances of me falling off of a ladder that high are, well, high.
Once I get some more furniture, you'll probably get to see a picture of the second remodeling project. The first is best not photographed.