I stole my Wrangler pink ribbon hat back from Skitter this afternoon when I had to zip into SLC for a quick appointment with my pain doc, Dr. Bow. (Her real name has “bo” in it.) She did not recognize me when she came into the exam room, because she had never before seen me in a Tie o’ the Day. Apparently, I’ve only ever worn bow ties to my appointments with her. She said she liked my Tie o’ the Day as a snappy, purple reminder to everyone to steer clear of domestic violence this month and every month. She also told me that I act more like a bow tie gal than a necktie gal. I told her I completely agree, but there’s no way in heck I’m ditchin’ my beautificent necktie pals. They are a part of me too.
Y’all might be wondering why this tblog is called TIE O’ THE DAY, instead of BOW TIE O’ THE DAY, since I wear more bow ties than any other kind of neckwear. Well, a couple of years ago when I finally persuaded Suzanne to build me a website, I was actually wearing neckties seven days a week, plus wearing a bow tie to church. Hence, I created and purchased the domain name tie-o-the-day. I’m not getting a new one. No new domain name for me. “Tie” is a general term that can cover all types of ties, so it’s still accurate, no matter what kind of neckwear I’m sporting.
Anyhoo… This afternoon, I had a hallelujah time at my pain appointment. And what makes a pain appointment fantastic? I asked my doc to reduce my pain meds by half, and Dr. Bow gave it the thumbs-up. It’s all thanks to the heavy duty pancreas surgery I had a year ago. It has also helped that I have spent the last year doing relatively nothing strenuous as I’ve recovered from my little operation. I’ve overly babied myself, and I have moved super-gingerly since surgery. My Hanky Panky hurt 24/7 for almost two decades. I’ve only got 1/3 of it left now, and that remaining 1/3 is mostly healthy. It emits much less pain, yet functions better than my whole Hanky Panky did. I’m feeling pretty good these days, physically. Knock on wood. Maybe my next Dr. Bow pain appointment will be the last. A girl can dream.
