So I’m sipping the last of today’s water consumption before surgery tomorrow.
I’m going to hate not having my coffee in the morning.
I’ve had my first shower with surgical scrub, too bad it’s not fat melting too. Not being able to apply lotion makes me growl. My skin is so dry, hands are chapped from washing them so much. I’ll be slathering it on like Buffalo Bill’s houseguest tomorrow night.
I’m not looking forward to the inconvenience but my body probably needs the down time. I know my staff will knock it out of the park and take care of business.
I’ll catch up on some writing, because a pen and paper will be about what I’m allowed to lift.
I have faith God will guide Dr. Amish Patel in removing one of those extra parts he threw into creation for good measure. Possibly one way to prove he has a sense of humor. Maybe the slow her down organ, a sure way to make me take a break.
Anyway, please keep me in your prayers, I’m looking forward to getting back to it quickly and as painlessly as possible.
I tried to get a tummy tuck added to the procedure but that was a no go. So I’ll bring my Thanksgiving pants to go home in, you know the elastic banded ones. And hope the scars are a base for a cool tattoo.
Good night and sweet dreams, I’ll bother you more tomorrow. Maybe drugged induced 😳
Lorene
