In about an hour and a half, my mom is coming to pick me up. I watched a YouTube video last night of a guy who was a few hours post surgery. He seemed pretty okay, and he still had his morphine rig, so I guess I can do this thing, too.
I’m trying to stay as calm as possible, and am about to accept a little pharmaceutical help to get that way. Here’s something that’s making me laugh this morning: I have no idea what to wear!
I woke up an hour before my alarm went off. Walking past the kids’ empty beds kinda made me sad, but Scuba is still sleeping in my room, so I’ll go squeeze on him till I feel a little better.
Back soon! xo