Well, it's the middle of May and we still haven't heard from the hospital. They were supposed to call us with an appointment date to meet with the anaesthetist and to schedule a time for my biopsy. I want to hear from them. And I don't want to hear from them. July will be a busy month as we've agreed to care for a friend's dogs while she's away in England. Percy will have two playmates here for five weeks. And then, only a week later, Percy will go off to live with his two mates, Axel and Einstein at their house for three weeks while we go to England, Scotland and Wales.
I am trying to plan my summer here. Don't they know I have better things to do than lie unconscious on an operating table while a doctor drills holes in my chest?
I want to hear from them.
And I don't want to hear from them.
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