Had a swell dinner at Coopershawk with 4/6 of the family, and other than that I have had a very typical Sunday. My kids distracted and amused me. I am calm and ready. I know that the hardest 3 hours of tomorrow for the Dahl family will be the Hawks game. It is the one game I will be calm and sedated for. Mike promises to come out to the burbs and keep Steve occupied while I let narcotics guide me to sleep. Seems like a plan. I could not help but notice all the Mother's Day ads in the paper today. This one really caught my eye:
Here is a tip to all children- no matter how old your Mom is, or how crippled her feet are- THIS IS NOT AN ACCEPTABLE MOTHER'S DAY GIFT. Walgreens is a great place to buy cards, cosmetics, candy, magazines- all kinds of cool stuff. But the pharmacy department is probably not the best intersection with Mother's Day.
I bought myself a pre-op gift.
It is a tray that my beloved husband can use to bring me meals as I rehab. It was a big $9.99 at Home Goods, and I think it will pay dividends in convenience and subliminal messaging. (Help me!) It will also be a nice reminder of my triumph over osteoarthritis. Now all I need is a bell to summon him. I should not have said that. He will cut off my hands. That will make the walker harder to use.
I will post on the other side. Think good thoughts for me. I am due to check in at 5:30am. By the time you arrive at work, I will be bionic. And catatonic. Sweet.
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