Sunday, November 28, 2010
Why In The Middle Of The Night
I don't get it. Every time I lie down to go to bed I think of something I need to get up and check on. Just now it was my surgery pack. I don't need it until Friday AM, but I had to know now where it was. I have a tendency when I clean to put important stuff in a safe place, then I can't find what I did with it! Of course it was in a safe place, but I moved it back to the kitchen counter where I could readily see it. It has my blood match band in it and they make you go through a long no paid for process if you forget it the day of surgery.
I guess I'm more anxious than I though about this whole thing. I'm going to call the church tomorrow to see if they can make arrangements to bring in some food in so I won't have to cook. That is scary because you don't know what you will get. I just don't know how well I be getting around with a walker post op. The church has been good to help me this year, which I am very grateful.
I have about three days to make sure the house is really clean. I don't want anyone to come in and it be messy. See, worry, worry, worry. I've got to chill out a little. I know this was the right thing to do, because the pain and my ability to walk has really been effected.