Facing surgery and its concomitant hospital stay brings home the indisputable fact that I lack a bunch of familial branches to the tree. Namely, something called a husband. Or even a significant other. Let's not even mention the absence of children or (gulp)--since I'm chronologically old enough--grandchildren.
Oh, I've got parents, but geez. I'm currently taking care of them.
And there's my sister-in-law, but she's had enough experience with antiseptic-smelling waiting rooms to last a life time.
Hence, I'm kinda winging it. Here a friend, there a friend, everywhere a friend, friend. Ha.
I mean, doesn't someone have to be in charge of me once I enter those double doors?
And what about when I get out? Thursday is just the angiogram--an outpatient procedure--and I've had to make lists and schedules as though I were taking off on a three-week cruise.
Let the fun begin....
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:( Wish I were closer- I'd be there in a heartbeat! (Oooo, PUN!) :)
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