So, I'm waiting for my surgery. I'm in the lounge - staring at a pot of coffee I can't have, wishing I had some water and something for the dehydration headache as I wait for my turn to wander back and put on a hospital gown.
DH has finished his newspaper and has gone on to find something to eat. I love that hospitals have wireless to entertain their patients.
I was talking with DH's Aunt the other night. I really like her, and she was one of the first family members I met. She looked at me and asked how I was doing about the surgery. The way it was spoken, it was obvious that she meant because of the last time. My last surgery was almost fatal. Not that I anticipate problems, but you don't expect problems when you have a child either. Routine isn't anymore and I was so amazed that this woman who I've seen a half a dozen times in the past 12 years understood. I just loved it.
The girls are now at their grandmas and I really want to call and see how they are doing after their first night. I'm sure they are fine, but I almost missed my little ones hugging me this morning - except that it was nice to wake up in a king sized bed and just roll over and read until it was time to wake up.
I really want coffee.
But, I just can't wait until I can have some coffee!
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I hope you have a rockin' good med student in there with you ;) And I wish they could put some coffee in your IV for you. Good vibes coming your way
Thinking of you and your surgery today! Hoping it is successful!
Hope you had a very successful surgery!
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