I finally got word that my surgery is a go for tomorrow at 11 am. If it is possible to die from anxiety, I might just kick the bucket before I make it to the table. I understand that it is "scalpel to skin" at noon. I am so scared that I have truly lost feeling in my feet. Is that normal? LOL!
I should be out of the hospital by Monday morning. Kevin has pushed his travel back to Tuesday afternoon. He will be here to get me settled into my room before he takes off. My most cherished girlfriend arrives on Saturday and will hang with me until Thursday evening. I've got six days of recoup time until I am flying solo with my crew. Better hope I heal fast!
I will update when I get home. I may even gross you all out with before and after pictures. Beware.
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