The mornings are the worst. You are laying there alone with your thoughts. Fear seems to wrap me like a tight blanket. If I go back to sleep, I can relax again as my mind lets go. It is tempting to sleep all day. I know that the dog is waiting for me downstairs. Once I set myself in motion, things get better. I head downstairs, and Tiggy crouches down with his tail wagging. He likes when you sneak up on him, his tail wags furiously. As I approach, he pops up and then performs the perfect “downward dog.” The mornings are probably the best for him because he knows breakfast is quickly approaching.
I am on Day 3 of an antibiotic to fight a sinus infection. I woke up feeling kind of off and it makes me worry a little bit because I want to be in tip-top shape for surgery on Wed. morning. If I get really sick, it will delay the surgery which I don’t want. I have never had major surgery or been under anesthesia before. I wish I hadn’t watched a Discovery Health episode where a lady was put under and could hear and feel everything but couldn’t move. I mentioned this to my dad and he said I should worry more about an asteroid hitting the earth than that happening to me under anesthesia. This makes me feel better.
My coworker, Tony, stopped by to bring me homemade bread and chili. He pulled up in his little mini Cooper and I just couldn’t help but think, “Wow, he spent part of his weekend cooking and delivering a meal to me”… so incredibly nice. I feel like I should be doing something for him because he is going to be picking up a lot of extra slack while I am out.
OK, I’m off to Annapolis to let the dog swim and give him a bath. My dad cooked some lamb, mashed potatoes and greens.
I know the picture below is random, but this is what I feel like posting.