And so today is the day. I knew eventually would. Of course what I didn't expect is getting that phone call in the morning to let me know that they had moved up my surgery from one thirty to eleven.
and I found ourselves running around the house making sure we grabbed
as much as we could to pack and stuff in my overnight bag.
We made it down here checked in and waited. Which seems to be a
common them whenever you land yourself in the hospital....though at
least this time while waiting it wasn't exactly midnight which meant
waiting wasn't so nearly as bad and there was something on other than
the local news. Its funny what one thinks about while waiting for major
surgery. Most of which I can't remember but I know I was thinking a lot
about stuff in general.
I am told it went well, though I am still exhausted and I find
myself coming in and out of it. My pain is at times unbearable, even far
worse than child labor. I sat up here in an empty room for two hours
before I finally called Andy where they had been sitting down waiting
for official word that I was up here.
The good news, if there is such at the moment is the fact that
unlike the two previous times I did not wake up to a tube in my nose, a
blessing beyond anything at the moment. Though I feel like I am going
to throw-up more than I did the last go round.
And while I still have enough energy I am closing this up. Tomorrow is another day.