So I had brain surgery today, well, okay, it was on my head and it was minor.
So minor I could even drive myself home afterward.
So minor that the doctor had me sit in a normal doctor room chair for the procedure and not on the examination table. (That's a bit demeaning, isn't it, to the purpose of my being there?)
So minor the nurse stuck one of those small circle bandaids on it when it was done.
What? No "Go home and take it easy?"
No resting on the couch with propped up pillows and clear liquids?
No "Can you bring me some ice water and jello, please?" offered up in a pathetic voice?
He said I can wash my hair and, get this, I can swim.
Again. What? I am not submersing my cut-open-head in water, chlorinated or otherwise. I very specifically washed and straightened my hair this morning so that I could go a few days without shampooing.
Sheesh. Surgery these days.
Sorry, but I'm still going to take advantage. I've got a frozen lasagna going in the oven for dinner and at exactly 3 PM, I'm going on the couch with the ice water and propped up pillows. Oprah's interviewing author JK Rowling and I'm not going to miss it.
Yes, I overcame the whole must-watch-Oprah thing a while back when I determined that if I was going to finish a novel I had to give some things up, but I make an exception for authors and especially this one. How 'bout you? Even if a scalpel wasn't taken to your scalp today, I'm sure you can think of a good excuse for plopping yourself in front of the television for an hour. Call it research.