Birthday Encore

Today I am trying to do the last minute things before surgery that will make life easier for me (and whoever is helping me). I bought groceries. I scheduled a haircut for tomorrow. I have a nice afternoon planned for tomorrow. Thursday is the slice and dice day.

Last night child was expressing concern over the fact that she has to be at work by 4 pm on Thursday. I am aware of this. I was also aware that the doctor's office told me that they would not tell me the time of my surgery until 3 pm on Wednesday. Since I also had some other questions, I called the doctor's office.

They will give me Versed almost as soon as I get there. While I love the stuff, I think it makes me babble about things best not discussed with one's child. I told child last night that if they give me Versed, she is to tape my mouth shut for 4 hours. I will be knocked out. I will be allowed to change my clothes, I just won't be able to remove the bandages for 48 hours. That is a relief for me. I had awful visions of my arm inside my zipper hoodie on a sling, and someone needing to look inside my hoodie and being traumatized for life. I can have the sling on the outside and wear the hoodie normally. I picked up a couple of tube tops to stick underneath, and I will be allowed to wear those.

I had told child that I would ask if she could watch my surgery. She was so geeked up that I was almost embarrassed that I suggested it, and was told that she could not watch a family member. So, I asked if she could watch someone else get sliced. This might be something she can do - we are going to talk to the doctor about it. I was also told I can ask for a video of the surgery.

Finally I got some answers on the time of the surgery. Currently I am scheduled for 9 am, but it could vary a little. She assured me it will be in the morning. Child can get my prescriptions, run next door, and have them ready before I am done. There is nothing more annoying than having surgery and having to sit in the car in a lot of pain while someone goes and gets drugs. The other choice is leaving me home alone while she goes to get them.

Then I had to call the child. I hoped she was up, since it was 4:30 pm. She can be crabby when provoked. Let's just say that I quit trying to wake her up by rubbing her back when she was very young. Eventually, I stood at the door and threw shoes. Or raw meat.

She was at lunch. Personally, if it's 4:30 pm, I would call it dinner, but most likely it really was her breakfast. She immediately apologized for her behavior last night. She said she is sorry if she said anything mean to me. Mean? Well, yes. I told her that I knew she didn't mean it and that was why I ignored her. She thanked me for that. She was pleased to find that my car was the car that her presents ended up in. I hope she found her shoes.

She was all geeked again about watching my surgery, but I had to tell her that she can't watch mine. She said she understood. She will discuss watching another while I am in recovery or returning on another day to see someone else's surgery. She is still very interested in that.

If I am lucky, she feels guilty over her behavior last night and I can play up to that on Thursday. Maybe I can get two weeks out of it.

Remember that $100 she borrowed? She doesn't seem to.