The good news is that I have good news! I finally have a surgery date (May 2) to (hopefully) fix the problem with my hip. Having a light at the end of this long, dark tunnel has made all the difference. While the pain is nearly intolerable and chronic, I now know it will be over soon. I never thought I'd be so excited to go under the knife again!
I suppose I'll address the anonymous commenter from my last post as he's made it clear that, while he finds me pathetic in every sense, he still reads my blog. Hey, I get it. I loved listening to Dr. Laura because she was so much fun to hate.
To be honest, I had little reaction when I read his comment (and if he isn't a man, I'll be shocked). I just kind of shrugged and thought, "He doesn't know me. Whatever." It wasn't until later that I realized the power of my reaction. You see, while I originally started this blog as a way to make light of my dating skirmishes, I write these days because I know there are a few people out there who want to know how I'm doing. Most of these people I've never met. But they stop by, check in, offer words of support and encouragement, and sometimes even advice or a blunt opinion. I can't tell you how much those comments mean to me. I value your compassion and feel honored that you care enough about my wellbeing to take time out of your busy lives to inquire about mine.
So when I wrote that last entry, I felt I owed it to these kind strangers to tell them the truth. Of course, it also felt good to get it off my chest. The comments I received from those regular readers were heartwarming to say the least. By the time asshole anonymous piped in, well, who gives a crap about his petty attacks when the people who "know" me are sending such kindness and love my way?
I'll keep those good wishes close to me as my surgery date approaches and, hopefully, I'll have happier stories and moments to share as our San Diego summer gets underway. In the meantime, keep troopin' along people.