I'm leaving this cold, dark place tomorrow for something slightly warmer, and a a whole lot wetter. I am getting surgery on my Achilles Tendon on Friday. My mister is coming along for support because I cry like a girl around needles. (I needed my sister to hold me a few years back when I had to get a measly little flu shot. Ask her - I was a mess!)
I don't even know what to do with my own self while lying in a hospital bed for two days let alone with him watching me lay there. We may end up just staring at each other trying to remember how to relax. And chances are he may get sick of me because I plan to attach myself to his side. I plan to ask him for a million stories. Oh wait. I already do that. Sorry Mister.
Here's to hoping this goes well, and that I don't wake up alone in the supply closet, again.
I don't even know what to do with my own self while lying in a hospital bed for two days let alone with him watching me lay there. We may end up just staring at each other trying to remember how to relax. And chances are he may get sick of me because I plan to attach myself to his side. I plan to ask him for a million stories. Oh wait. I already do that. Sorry Mister.
Here's to hoping this goes well, and that I don't wake up alone in the supply closet, again.
