Last piece of oversized clothing, very delayed from Amazon.com finally arrived but was the wrong size. Frick. Too late to order another. This is why I mock "prime" 2-day shipping. Depends on who is shipping it, how long they take, and any "oops" they make like "we're sorry, your shipment was supposed to arrive today, it hasn't left yet, and will be another two weeks).
On a good note, got a couple appropriate post-surgery shirts and they kinda fit. Very soft and stretchy, so they're not uncomfortable, even though they're not exactly flattering either. The point is based on the size description, I thought no way, but upon reading the size guide, I thought, well, maybe . . . I will still need help getting them on and off for a while. Ugh. At least it's something.
If all else fails, and I don't need to go anywhere, I can rock the Greek toga look. Wear a sheet or towel. I'll be sleeping or resting a lot the first couple days anyway, right? Need to learn to roll with things.
A movie my spouse likes to watch, especially when not feeling well is The Martian, where an astronaut is stranded on Mars. At the end he comments on space travel: things will go wrong. You have to work the problem. And then the next problem. You solve enough problems, and you get to come home. Not a bad mind-set. Work the problem. Find a different angle. Don't get in a rut of dismay when the easiest option fails.
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