Surgery in February and More

I’ll finally be having my gallbladder taken out in February. Luckily, it hasn’t been bothering me but it needs to come out of there because porcelain gallbladders have a way of turning cancerous and spreading to other organs, and it’s located right next to my liver–definitely not a good organ to move to!

 

The first possible surgery date they gave me was February 2nd. That’s my little sister’s birthday. I don’t want to have surgery then on the off chance that something goes wrong and I croak. That would wreck every other birthday she’ll have for the rest of her life, so I’m going to pick another day.

 

In other news…

 

I’m really, really depressed. I can’t get past the fact that President Obama leaves the Oval Office on Friday and that a man completely unqualified to take over, with his minions who are corporate elitists, sexists, racists, xenophobes, and misogynists taking roles that will put the nation (and the world) at risk of catastrophic failure. I just can’t wrap my head around it. To have the first black president hand over the reins of government to a racist, white Aryan nation-type fascist is surreal, like watching an unbelievable, poorly-conceived, dystopian nightmare movie.

 

If we manage to survive the coming presidency, I will know we can survive anything. I just have  serious doubts that we can.

 

But the good news is that the results of the 2016 election certainly has turned out the opposition (a political revolution) in unprecedented numbers. I think most voters assumed that there was no way that the orange clown could win–but then he did, and we were saddled with feelings of anxiety, anger and depression that turned eventually and significantly to resolve: “Oh hell no!  The America that I know we can be is not going down the tubes on my watch!”

 

I’m considering becoming a Precinct Committee Officer for my district unless someone younger with more energy appears to take the spot. I really think young adults should take the reins because they’re going to be living with the consequences of upcoming midterm elections and general elections for the rest of their lives. They have oodles more energy and engaging in politics is not a cakewalk. I’m almost 66. My energy levels are anemic compared to the mid-twenties set. I just feel the need to do something more than talking the talk. I worked my butt off for Obama both times. In 2016 I just coasted, using words ore than actions to “get ‘er done”–a big mistake. But then I have to remember that I was severely compromised with bilateral pulmonary embolisms and a deep vein thrombosis during the crucial “get out the vote” months…  Still, I feel guilty for the result  because I wasn’t as involved as I was in 2008 and 2012.  My mouth and keyboard fingers were involved, but I made no phone calls, didn’t canvass, didn’t attend enough meetings…  I’m sure others are feeling similarly these days…

 

This is why I haven’t been blogging much for a few weeks except to publish excerpts from the upcoming Kris and Kritters blog site. I’ve been watching episodes of GLEE to keep my mind occupied when I’m not writing for clients. I’m about halfway through season four and don’t know what I’m going to do with myself after I’ve gone through all six seasons; maybe discover another uplifting series on Amazon Prime that is equally enjoyable. (I’m a big fan of old-time musicals and there area lot of talented actors/singers/dancers on GLEE.)

 

Any suggestions?

 

Lisa and I went to see Hidden Figures yesterday. Great movie! These women’s names should be as well known as John Glenn’s and Neil Armstrong’s; sadly, they aren’t. Go see the movie and celebrate how far we’ve come since the 1960’s–although it’s not nearly far enough, or the orange clown and his minions would not be taking office on Friday and the GOP would be extinct in its present form.