In the general scheme of things, the following was a very minor annoyance, but it was an annoyance nonetheless.
Over the course of a week, I called my urologist's office three times to find out my surgery date, but got no call back. I e-mailed the scheduler but got no response. I got a packet from the hospital saying my surgery date had been set, but there was no date listed. There was no rush to find out, but I just wanted to put it on my calendar and get that part off my plate.
Finally, on Wednesday night, I e-mailed the doctor, telling him I was feeling fine but was kind of stressed out from not knowing what's going on. He immediately copied me on an e-mail to his scheduler, saying it was very important for her to call me the next day.
It worked like magic.
She called yesterday saying my surgery is scheduled for Thursday, July 25 at 7:30 a.m. I have to be there two hours before. Joe volunteered to take me to Boston, but since I have to be there two hours before, that would mean getting up at 4 a.m. Instead, I'm going to spend Wednesday night in Newton, and Diane will take me. I'm sorry to drag anyone out of bed so early, but she knows the ropes and has done it for me many times before.
Of course I think of things in terms of tennis, so that means I will be able to get in George's clinic Wednesday morning, but I won't make it to Thursdays practice. Oh well, with the Wednesday clinic, our Thursday practice and another game on Sunday, I think I'm getting enough in. George said my balance and my circle swing look good. I had a few nice net put--aways last night. It doesn't take much to make me happy.