As you know, all I want for Christmas is a cure for my mystery pain issues. Tomorrow is the day for Santa to deliver. Jan and Mike are coming into town today to help with the kids and I'm off to UNC tomorrow.
Right now, I'm a whole mix of emotions. I'm apprehensive to be back in the OR again. Despite my current record, I don't consider surgery a recreational activity. I'm a bit nervous that they are planning to wake me up in the middle of surgery. I keep having this vision of someone giving me a shot of whiskey and a stick to bite down on, but they promise it won't hurt "too much." I'm thankful to have so many people offering help and support. It makes such a difference to know I have my own team of cheerleaders rooting me on. Most of all, I'm hopeful that the end of this two year saga may be near. You better sell short your pharmaceutical stocks, because I plan to take pain killers off my daily menu in the very near future.
Wish me luck tomorrow. That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of Love.