Tomorrow (Monday) I'm going under the knife... Luckily a small knife, to finally rid myself of those nasty, non-functioning, blood-clot prone veins in my left leg. (hmmm, between this and my New Years Resolution post, ya'll are getting a really sexy look at Mala, eh?)
Anyway, those bastard veins have given me nothing but problems for years so finally they are getting their eviction notice tomorrow. So long suckers!!! I was supposed to have them removed 4 years ago but frankly when the surgeon said "it's going to look, and feel, like we beat the hell out of you when you wake up" I never did get around to calling him to set up the surgery. Go figure. Additionally I was told there would be a significant recovery time, read: no barn work. Hello???? That's not an option. The horses need to eat, drink and be cleaned every day, no days off.
Well, for once in my life my tendency to avoid issues paid off royally. Apparently in the course of the past 4 years the medical field has caught up with modern times and discovered that they can simply insert a wire thingy into the vein and zap it into oblivion (yes, this all medical terminology). I should be ready for barn work by lunch. Woo-hoo! However, I'm not sure I'm gonna share that with Joe....*evil laugh*