Surgery Count Down Tminus 11 Hours.....

Yeah I should be in bed. Whatever. Why bother. I ate whatever I wanted today and I don't see the point in getting much sleep frankly. The way I see it I'll be sleeping aplenty tomorrow. Plus - if I have a gallbladder attack today, well......then I just have the surgery a few hours early then don't I?

I'm not bothered.

OK, I'm a little bothered. It hadn't occurred to me properly the vast array of things I'm not going to be able to do - as a six year old lay all over me poking elbows and knees and rolling around snuggling, it dawned - I can't DO this tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

That is going to be the worst part. I've got three very snuggly children and one big very snuggly man (don't tell that I said that part - it's a secret). And I'm going to be in snuggle isolation for at least a week.

Sigh.

OH Well....it's for the best. Bring on the chicken wings and beer. I think it's the perfect recipe for recovery. I'll have some blue cheese dressing with that - thank you!