…and I’m not ready for what awaits. I’m getting nervous about what I’ll be undergoing and will be so glad when it’s over and I’m back home on the road to recovery.

Work has been a nightmare with everything that could go wrong going wrong. People are coming up with an unbelievable amount of last minute questions and tasks for me to answer/accomplish by the end of the day tomorrow. Needless to say, not everything is going to be completed. Frustration is setting in and I’m beginning to get fed up with all this last minute stuff. I’m not feeling even close to 100% healthwise, yet the demands on me just keep coming. Once I leave work tomorrow night, they are on their own…and I’m not going to answer the phone from that point until I am home and not doped up with painkillers!

At home things are a bit better. I shampooed the carpet in the family room on Sunday, made up the futon as a bed for me and put clean sheets on the bed in the back bedroom for Kevin. Also have the living room, dining room, bedrooms and my office all picked up and cleaned. I’ve done all my laundry so won’t have to worry about that when I get home. Still have to do some dishes and clean the kitchen and bathroom, but should be able to get that finished tomorrow night.

And then I’ll spend Wednesday “prepping” for surgery. That, of course, assumes that I am still going to the hospital on Thursday. I’ll find out for certain tomorrow and am praying that all goes off as scheduled. I just can’t go through all this waiting for something to happen much longer.