AH 3 MORE SLEEPS...

When my siblings and cousins were younger, we used to count down to exciting things by how many more "sleeps" we had.  So today, I woke up and counted that I have three more sleeps until my surgery morning.  However, sleep is a very oppurtune word right now.  I can usually fall asleep, but then I am up for a good two to three hour span.  I have become a fan of watching a repeat of Chelsea Lately followed by an hour of Yes, Dear on Nick at Nite.  It is like a nice little middle of the night ritual I've got going on. 

I admit, a good amount of that sleepless time is spent wondering about the surgery.  Thinking about what it will be like, how I will feel, and as silly as it is, what am I going to look like.  This week I have been talking about the gross catheter, the breathing tube that will be down my throat when I am in surgery, and the hospital gown.  Everyone says the catheter will be no big deal because I won't even feel it.  The breathing tube down my throat will be out before I wake up.  And the hospital gown, I just don't ever understand, the opening goes in the front or the back?! 

It's funny when you go through things like this (which I hope I never have to do it again) but you really find out who your friends are.  It sounds so cliche.  I hate cliches.  I have had so many people reach out to me, offering to take me to lunch, dinner, sending me cards, flowers, gifts, making phone calls just to check on how I am feeling (I also hate the phone!), and I have received billions of texts and facebook messages.  These sweet things are coming from people who I never EVER would expect it from.  For that, I thank each and every one of you that has reached out.  It means more than you could ever imagine.

Two of my favorite stories that have come from this experience so far include my uncles misunderstanding from the other night (see previous post) and the texts I received from Mommom and my aunt the day I found out my surgery date. 

I had sent a group message to everyone to say that the date was Feb. 28.  Mommom was in Florida and my aunt and uncle were supposed to be in Costa Rica.  Both had told me they were nervous they wouldn't be here for the surgery.  After the group message, they were the first two to respond. 

Mommom with, "Oh hun, that makes me so happy.  That works perfectly for me!" - because yes Mommom, this day is all about you.  We also keep joking that we think Mommom thinks she is holding the knife during the surgery the way that she talks about HAVING to be there. 

My aunts reply was, "Perfect! We fly in that morning, so happy I'll be here!"  -again, all about you ;) 

All jokes aside, I know those two will be the first two at the hospital whether I am feeling up to visitors or not.  They will make me laugh and will do anything they can to make me feel comfortable and feel like myself.  For that, I am truly grateful.  Love you both <3

I'm getting ready now to head out to lunch with a high school friend and then go bridesmaid dress shopping with her.  I am really looking forward to spending the afternoon out and about, despite this lingering headache.  

My next three days revolve strictly around food.  I keep claiming I am going to use the next three days to do things I won't be able to do and I just want to keep busy.  So therefore, I am going to lunch today.  I have lunch plans tomorrow, and lunch and dinner plans on Wednesday.  Apparently, I have a fear of not being able to go out to eat after surgery.  If you know me at all, this shouldn't surprise you.  I do LOVE food.  

I also LOVE Hunter Pence and just wanted to throw that out there once more.  Someone tweeted a picture of him last night with his big goofy smile, however in a black SF Giants uniform.  He looks better in red, just saying.  I miss him. 

My sister is moving out of rehab the day after my surgery into a sober living home.  I am proud of her for coming this far.  I still worry about her daily and truly hope this time she will turn her life around for the better.  I miss my sister a lot. 

A bonus to recovering for 8-10 weeks (hopefully!) during the end of the winter, is when I finally feel like myself again, it will be SO close to Memorial Day!  If that's not motivation to get my butt in gear and exercise (walk) during recovery, I don't know what is. 

My mind is racing today, if you can't tell by the hodge podge of information I've thrown into this post.  I apologize.  I have a feeling the next three days will be the same way...here is your warning!