I'm waiting for surgery. Again. Years ago Mom told me to stop thinking of them as surgeries but procedures. It didn't help then, it isn't helping now. Part of me thinks that, having had so many surgeries that could have proven fatal or that would have catastrophic (for me) outcomes, that I would be used to it. But here I am, wishing the time would go faster, wanting to get at least the first one over with. I think I will find out by Friday if my neck needs surgery, or just my lower back. I may have to wait until I give in to curiosity and ask the doctor's office or find out the day of surgery. I am having more of the symptoms that would be related to the neck, but what do I know?
I really want to accomplish things before my surgery, but I hurt and my mobility is compromised.
Dear God, I'm going to need help getting through this! Howard is being wonderful, but it is hard on him as well.
I guess I should find out (probably while I'm in the hospital) whether it would be better to sleep in a recliner instead of the bed. Less stuff on the ground, more fun with the cats.
I am going to work on church things tomorrow, then I'd like to get a quick dress or two made. Howard was a sweetheart and washed fabric today, but I felt too tired to start. Shoot!
