So I'm a little bit on edge as I'm feeling a little dragged out and tired and I have that feeling that one might have if one might be getting sick. It's only a possibility because sometimes when I have been doing too much and going one hundred miles an hour, I'll get that "I might be getting sick" feeling and it isn't anything that a good night's sleep doesn't cure. So, I think tonight, I'm going to go to bed early and hope for the best. I don't know what a cold would mean to surgery.
My work week is over as tomorrow is my appointment at Hopkins with the anestheia person at 11:00. Looking forward to finding my way to the hospital without the Brit (slight sarcasm...I'm a little nervous as I hate the beltway) and then hitting a yarn shop and lunch with Shelley.
Today I told both the boys when they left for school that I loved them, just for the hell of it. It seemed a little weird because it isn't something I say a lot or first with them, but it's a start. We'll get there in the end with God's help. Thanks to everyone for their encouraging comments yesterday. They mean more than you know.
I'm going to go fix a cup of hot tea and think about cooking dinner. I'll give you verdicts tomorrow; both on my health and on my appointment!