FURTHER MISADVENTURES IN KNEE-OP PREP

My Final Disgruntled, Self-Pitying Piece, I Promise

Well, maybe

Janice Macdonald
The Daily Cuppa Grande
3 min readMay 29, 2024

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I did not need this

Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin. Readers in the US and those born more recently than moi — meaning almost everyone, probably won’t know that the first two sentences were the opening to Listen With Mother, a BBC radio program I listened to as a child in England. Yes, they had radios even way back then.

Anyway, yesterday I wrote that my pre-operative stress had reached a breaking point. I compared it to taut violin strings. Writing very effectively relieved the stress — I say this as a form of apology for inflicting my miseries, but also as a piece of advice.

Writing is cathartic. And problems, obstacles, and nattering nabobs of negativity (remember Spiro?) have story potential. So keep that in mind.

But moving on — after the lab work and the blood tests and the surly receptionist with her orange hair, the cardiology visit was less stressful, even though the doctor spoke no English. And viewing all this from a glass-half-full perspective, preparing for surgery may have lessened, just a tiny bit, my struggles with the language of Molière.

Although Duolingo is less stressful.

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Janice Macdonald
The Daily Cuppa Grande

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.