Anyone here remember a song from way back that had the line in it "Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go?" I don't remember the name of it or what it was about although I think it was supposed to be the voice of an Indian guide or some such for General Custer for his Last Stand.
Anyway, that line has been popping in and out of my mind for oh, the past two weeks now. It revisits me every time I start thinking about the next round of surgery that I gather I'll have to end up having sometime in the future.
Nothing as been resolved as yet whether I will have "just" a hysterectomy -which most likely would be done at the local hospital -or if I will have to go back to Pittsburgh to have that surgery along with the hernia repair.
I am not happy about either aspect here -just really don't want any surgery, at all, is a big part of my issue right now.
But every time I give thought to going back down to Pittsburgh, my mind gets overwhelmed with other thoughts too -like maybe if we were to encounter a travel emergency of some sort on the way down or back, what would or could we do? And then there's all the prep one has to do before having any kind of abdominal surgery and I hate the thought of that.
Plus, hospitals generally tend to want to have you admitted at obscene hours in the early morning too -like 6 or 7 a.m. -and even if I only have the one type of surgery and have it done locally, that still means I'd have to be up, awake (or at least semi-awake), showered and dressed before 6:30 a.m. and that means very little sleep then for me with my crazy late nite hours. And heaven forbid I'd have to go to Pittsburgh cause then we'd have to leave here around 3 a.m. to arrive there on time.
See what I mean about why then that darned line from that song has become very much of an ear worm these days to me.