I just left my parents place in Tampa. I'm sitting in the airport waiting to go back into the freezer known as Chicago.
I flew down for the weekend to tell them of the pending surgery on Thursday. They were understanding and concerned that their daughter was having major surgery. I assured them the surgeon is awesome and I have a ton of local support.
My parents are wonderful and are accepting. I would wish that for everyone here and I understand it's not and that breaks my heart.
Four days and counting
Monday: work, ice skating, Margarettas for dinner!
Tuesday: work in the morning, seeing me therapist in the afternoon, visiting a new Susan's friend who just had surgery with my surgeon 2 weeks ago
Wednesday: cleanse (YUCK), clean, bake cookies for the hospital staff (bribery works!)
Thursday: arrive at hospital at 5:30am!!! And sleep all day!
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