As of right now, my surgery is scheduled for August 25th, sportsfans, which is a week from Tuesday. Which is decidedly better than this coming Tuesday, which was going to be a possibility until I got side checked by someone else's unruly girly parts also needing surgery.
The good news is, that gives me another week to have my house in order. I'd ideally like to be caught up on laundry, have the fridge stocked and maybe some meals in the freezer to tide us over for the next month or so. I'd also like the house to be squeaky clean, so it doesn't degenerate much during my downtime.
If my husband is going to be doing things around the house during my recovery, I would rather it revolve around bringing me yummy things to eat and entertaining DVDs to watch. Oh, and maybe a foot rub or two. I'd rather NOT find him in the laundry room. (Flashbacks to stories about him trying to wash his jeans in a dishwasher and socks drying in a microwave – no thank you!)
So, a few more items to check off the list and I'll be good to go:
• Bloodwork next Thursday or Friday.
• I need to make sure the hospital has WiFi (that's considered an inalienable right at this point, correct?)
• Take off my perfectly good pedicure (does anyone know why you can't have nail polish on during surgery? I'm too lazy to Google.)
• Oh, and I should probably call my insurance company to give them a heads up. Verifying in-network and all that jazz.
Here's where I type a witty ending, which I'm having trouble coming up with. Sorry, sportsfans.
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