Oh, hi. Maybe send a good thought my way this morning?
And not just for the surgery, but could you also say a little prayer that my sister Lyndsey isn’t dispatched to take any blood from me? Yeah, I know it’s a little like prayer-whoring, but she’s doing her phlebotomy rotation right now and she would like nothing more than to poke me with needles. I’m pretty sure it’s because I used to beat her up or something but, I’m more scared of that possibility than for the surgery itself.
I spent last night chugging cherry lemonade until midnight and reading about gallbladder surgery on the internet. Then, I googled “gallbladder horror stories” because I like filling my head with fear and dread and not sleeping. What, isn’t that what YOU do before surgery??
I told Dave if I kick the bucket that it’s ok for him to get remarried, but that she can’t be fancier than me. I’m pretty hopeful that it won’t come to that, but just in case, I expect you peeps to keep him honest.
Bring on the Percocet and happy Tuesday.