Better Day
Oh. My. Gosh. Only 4 days until I have open heart surgery...
So I'm feeling better today. That's a good thing, because if I'm sick they will postpone my surgery. I've had this dang surgery scheduled for 3 months. I did not go through 3 months of agonizing waiting only to have to reschedule because I'm sick.
So I'm glad that I'm feeling better. And I am going to take my chances with dinner and make my favorite comfort food - Velveeta Shells and Cheese. Yum. There's just something about those cute little shells and delicious, creamy, iridescent yellow-orange Velveeta cheese. I'm actually looking forward to eating, which hasn't happened since Friday. So that's good.
I haven't taken Benadryl since Friday, either. I was sick and slept all right.
But last night was a different story. I know I'm feeling better because I had nightmares (something about the surgery being done by my 10 year-old son and a shovel) and woke up at 3:00 AM. I didn't fall back to sleep until 4:30 AM. And I woke up when RobbieMax was getting ready for work at 7:30 AM.
Know what RobbieMax said to me this morning? He said, "I'm excited for Friday to get here." As if we were heading to a cabin on Lake Superior for a vacation. Now, IF we were heading to a cabin on Lake Superior, my response would have been, "Me too." But since we are NOT heading to a cabin on Lake Superior, we are in FACT going to a hospital where a surgeon (thankfully not Will) will be cutting me open, cracking open my chest, stopping my heart, and fiddling around in there, I said, "I'm not." And RobbieMax said, "I'm not excited for you to have surgery, Honey. I'm excited to get all of this over with and get on with our lives." And THEN I said, "Me too."
RobbieMax is right. I feel like everything - vacations, future plans, meeting Johnny Depp, has been put on hold. (Okay, I did NOT have plans to meet Johnny Depp this summer. And if I did, well then surgery would most definitely be postponed.) Since we found out I needed to have this surgery back in March, our lives have been pretty much waiting for that and not been thinking about after.
But NOW we are thinking about after. We are thinking about how much better I will be feeling. How much this will improve my life - all of our lives. How much skinnier I will be when I DO meet Johnny Depp. (Okay, you got me there - I will not be meeting Johnny Depp. But I will be skinnier.)
As the next few days pass, that is what I'm trying to focus on - the long run. How this will change my life. I haven't been doing this very successfully though, there's something getting in my way - a mountain called Open Heart Surgery.
I'm going to go make my delicious, looked-forward-to dinner. And I will be taking Benadryl tonight.
So I'm feeling better today. That's a good thing, because if I'm sick they will postpone my surgery. I've had this dang surgery scheduled for 3 months. I did not go through 3 months of agonizing waiting only to have to reschedule because I'm sick.
So I'm glad that I'm feeling better. And I am going to take my chances with dinner and make my favorite comfort food - Velveeta Shells and Cheese. Yum. There's just something about those cute little shells and delicious, creamy, iridescent yellow-orange Velveeta cheese. I'm actually looking forward to eating, which hasn't happened since Friday. So that's good.
I haven't taken Benadryl since Friday, either. I was sick and slept all right.
But last night was a different story. I know I'm feeling better because I had nightmares (something about the surgery being done by my 10 year-old son and a shovel) and woke up at 3:00 AM. I didn't fall back to sleep until 4:30 AM. And I woke up when RobbieMax was getting ready for work at 7:30 AM.
Know what RobbieMax said to me this morning? He said, "I'm excited for Friday to get here." As if we were heading to a cabin on Lake Superior for a vacation. Now, IF we were heading to a cabin on Lake Superior, my response would have been, "Me too." But since we are NOT heading to a cabin on Lake Superior, we are in FACT going to a hospital where a surgeon (thankfully not Will) will be cutting me open, cracking open my chest, stopping my heart, and fiddling around in there, I said, "I'm not." And RobbieMax said, "I'm not excited for you to have surgery, Honey. I'm excited to get all of this over with and get on with our lives." And THEN I said, "Me too."
RobbieMax is right. I feel like everything - vacations, future plans, meeting Johnny Depp, has been put on hold. (Okay, I did NOT have plans to meet Johnny Depp this summer. And if I did, well then surgery would most definitely be postponed.) Since we found out I needed to have this surgery back in March, our lives have been pretty much waiting for that and not been thinking about after.
But NOW we are thinking about after. We are thinking about how much better I will be feeling. How much this will improve my life - all of our lives. How much skinnier I will be when I DO meet Johnny Depp. (Okay, you got me there - I will not be meeting Johnny Depp. But I will be skinnier.)
As the next few days pass, that is what I'm trying to focus on - the long run. How this will change my life. I haven't been doing this very successfully though, there's something getting in my way - a mountain called Open Heart Surgery.
I'm going to go make my delicious, looked-forward-to dinner. And I will be taking Benadryl tonight.
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