It is finally here. I have my last ankle surgery tomorrow. I am not looking forward to this one at all. The surgery is not so bad, once the anethesia (sp) is on, Ron is in lala land and won't remeber anything until I wake up with a big bandage wrapped around my foot. This time I am staying overnight at la plaza de Grant Hospital. I hear the food is esquisite, green or yellow jello, graham crackers, and all the ginger ale I can drink. Yeah me!!
I'm not sure why I have an unsettled feeling about this operation. Maybe it's because I know what to expect afterwards, which is not fun. Sit down showers on a granny stool, watching tv show DVDs until I am so tried of them that I want to cast a spell on the "Charmed" ones, gaining 25 pounds from eating tons of crap with no exercise, and basically losing 3 months of my life housebound. Maybe it just the dread of surgery. The physical rehab is hard and not fun, walking around on crutches sucks, however the pain meds are awesome, I don't feel a thing when I am on them.
Thanks for letting me bitch and complain a bit. I also want to thank all my friends who are helping me out during the first two weeks when I have no cast and am basically bed ridden. Stephanie, Laura, Kona, Tamra, Renee, and my arch enemy Lothian are all coming to babysit. I need to give special thanks to Laura for taking care of Baxter during this time.
Lastly, A big hug and smooch goes to my Tim who is going to have to put up with my incessant whining and bitching for the next 3 months. Although it shouldn't be any different than living every other day with me. I love you.
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Happy Anniversary!! better get your "what what" going on now before it is too late!
I am sure you are going to be just fine with this surgery. We will all take good care of you. I may even wear my naughty nurse nightie just for you! You know...to scare you out of your drug haze.
Just think, you will be higher than Anna Nicole. Eww! What that too soon?
It's never too soon!
I wish I could be there to help out but know I'll be there in spirit. I know...I'll hit up my doctor for some pain meds (he LOVES to prescribe them for the slightest complaint)and we can babble incoherently at each other over the phone. I'll even let you be Britney as long as you don't shave your head!
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