Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Countdown...

Ah, frustration sets in...still so much to get done and time is running out. But tomorrow at this time I ought to be thoroughly stoned out of my gourd and hopefully feeling no pain.

At least Trooper is capable of cookery. He has many a recipe to work with and I am happy with breakfast for dinner.

But well away from all that is the deep concern...will things go as they should? Will I wake? Will the surgeon's hands be deft and sure? All I know for certain is that It Will Be.

And so tonight I will gather together that folder of pertinent details - the To Do's just in case.

So, against the unexpected, I wish you all well and words that fall from fingers like finest lace. And if I am not here, I'll be here, maybe, enjoying the view. Smooch!!

2 comments:

Joan of Argghh! said...

Eh, you'll be fine.

Thinking of ya!

*smooch* right back...

:o)

Somerled said...

I'd wear my seat belt to and from the hospital. Knowing my luck, I could walk out of a bank robbery safely with all my cash and get held up on the way home. So the hospital could be the most pleasant part of my trip.

Best wishes to you.