Spending the day tidying up, making assorted important phone calls and finalizing arrangements before I enter the hospital in Nashville on Wednesday.
Won't know until after 4:30 tomorrow afternoon what time the surgery will be, which means we don't know what time we'll have to leave home to arrive in ample time for it. On a good day, the drive is almost 3 hours. With commute traffic, an hour is easily added.
To get it over with and to count surgery day as day #1, I would like to have it early in the morning. However, I don't necessarily like getting up at o'dark hundred to do that, so it's a two-edged sword as far as the timing goes.
I'm not even there yet and I already want to be home, which is one of the reasons I'd prefer to be among the first on the surgeon's list.
I already have a freezer full of precooked dinner meals and a couple of home made sweets for future desserts until I feel up to being up on my feet for an extended period. I'll fill in the blanks as far as groceries are concerned when I shop tomorrow morning.
My bag is packed, except for the night-before/morning toiletries, and I've put a couple of pillows and the walker in the car.
There will be a bed in my room for Glenn so he can be nearby for moral support and assistance when the hospital staff isn't around.
I've set aside some good audio books, a pile of knitting projects and some recipe typing/editing for the computer to keep me occupied when I'm supposed to be good and behaving myself.
Glenn's a sweetheart and is always around, even now, making sure I'm taking care of myself. He won't even let me walk down the driveway to get the mail. Says I shouldn't take any unnecessary risks. I did get away with hanging the linens out on the line on Friday.
Unfortunately, my phone went belly up this morning and I will have to shop for a new one when I'm running errands tomorrow. Looks like Murphy's Law still exists.
Harley and the two kitties, Sally and Bella, are all provided for and will be fine, but bored. They'll all be happy when Daddy and Mommy are back home. It certainly isn't much fun when they're not around. No petting or loving.
I think all bases have been covered and all that's left is minimal waiting and a long drive. I'm almost there and...definitely ready. Time to say goodbye to Mr. Pain!