Here I Go
So. It’s 9:06 p.m. In less than 12 hours, I’ll be on the operating table, having my hysterectomy. My bag is as packed as it can get before tomorrow. I’ve taken my bottle of magnesium citrate and am waiting for it to act some more. The Things are in bed. Nana is settled in and ready to take the Things to school tomorrow (they’ve both shed tears over it, so I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough morning; Nana may need to hit the drive-through donut shop after she drops them off).
No idea how up to visitors I’ll be. I’ve been told that it’s like a c-section, but with more pain. If you’re a local friend and you know where I’m staying, you can give a call and see if I’m up to seeing people (MEY, feel free to come on your lunch break). My room is like a small hotel suite, so you can relax on the couch and watch TV or sit at the table and knit. They don’t have set visiting hours, so you can come see me whenever I feel like it.
I’m bringing some dishcloth cotton and some needles in case I feel up to some mindless knitting. (If I feel up to more, I’ll have hubby bring me some stuff from home, but I doubt the narcotics will allow for that.) I’ve got a book or two, and I plan to sleep a lot.
A number of you will get calls/emails from Hubby letting you know that I’m OK afterwards. Until this weekend, ciao!