Fiddledaddy was doing the weekly pilgrimage to Wal*Mart for me since I’m still on my stinking crutches. He was perusing the wine aisle, and he told me that a woman stopped him and inquired, “Excuse me, but do you know of a good dessert wine?”
I kid you not.
He chuckled to himself and said, “Well, Wal*Mart doesn’t really have anything other than this cheap Port, BUT, if you stop at Publix, you’ll find ChocoVine, a dessert wine that my wife swears by.”
She gratefully said thank you, and with that, I’m guessing I have another convert.
It makes my heart happy whenever I receive an e-mail or a comment from one of you guys telling me that you FOUND THE CHOCOVINE and it now occupies prime real estate in both your kitchen and your heart.
And believe me, I’ve heard from QUITE A FEW OF YOU! Which leads me to think that I really should begin to campaign in earnest to be ChocoVine’s spokesperson. I don’t believe that they actually have a spokesperson or are even searching for one. BUT THEY SHOULD. And frankly, a middle aged housewife would give the brand far better credibility than say, a young model type that you know only dines on one Saltine, every 3 days.
AM I RIGHT?
Moving along briskly.
I’ve been staring at a blank computer screen for the better part of a day and a half because I’ve been given a writing assignment that has me stumped.
I mentioned in the comments of my last post that I have a bona fide appointment to see a doctor up at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville a week from Friday. This is in addition to the regular appointment that I have scheduled with my Orthopedic Surgeon this Friday. He’s back fresh from a nice long vacation, so I’m hoping he can look at my blood work and new MRI with a new perspective. And give me some answers as to why 8 weeks after the 2nd surgery I’m still on crutches, have limited flexibility, and weeping from the pain.
The trip to the Mayo Clinic is my backup plan. I’m gathering all of my records, x-rays, MRIs, and gumption for the trip north.
The writing assignment in question is one that Fiddledaddy ordered me to do. He wants me to document everything that has been going on with my knee since January. Everything. From office visits, x-rays, surgeries, tests, Physical Therapy, medication, and what I had for breakfast this morning. (Just kidding about breakfast. Because I have no idea what I even had for dinner 30 minutes ago. Or if I even ate dinner.)
For someone like me, who writes about her life on a daily basis, you would think this to be an easy task. But you would be wrong.
Because I have been instructed to stick to the facts, not meander down any bunny trails, avoid embellishment, and not include any amusing antidotes. Oh. And my favorite part. Exercise brevity.
IT CANNOT BE DONE I TELL YOU. I’m trying, I swear. But when I began waxing nostalgic about how this all started when I was training for the Winter Olympics, I knew I was in trouble.
Everyone knows I fell off of a building. OH, THAT IS A LIE ALSO.
I have no real idea how I ended up in the predicament I’m in.
So, I guess you might say that I have writer’s block. Rare for me. Since I have been known to center entire posts around an eyebrow pimple.
I’ll attempt this impossible task again tomorrow. But don’t look for me to post it, because EVEN I’M LOSING VALUABLE BRAIN CELLS FROM ALL THE BOREDOM.
Although…maybe I could create two versions. The one for Fiddledaddy and medical personnel in general, and then one in keeping with the spirit of this blog.
EUREKA! All of a sudden I’ve found my inspiration…
I wonder who should play me in the movie?