Yeah, ok. That was bad. But it was fun!
At any rate, the plan in toto for next week stands thusly. Ready?
This weekend J is supposed to head off to the Farm (where the G-‘rents live) and pick up one of their recliners. This is so that I will have a place to sleep that won’t cause me to go, “zzzZZ-OUCH! Goddamnit!”
I have insomnia probs as is. I *don’t* need any more, thankyouverymuch.
Wednesday night : leave the Girlie with a friend to watch her while J drives me up to DFW and drops me off. He will then immediately turn around and come right back home to Austin.
Thursday : J and the Girlie have a normal (if Mommy-less) day/night. I will go to my pre-op appointment and hang out at the ‘rents house.
J gets to go the Parent’s Orientation meeting at the Girl’s school. I hope he takes notes. I will be doing right nasty things with something called Bowel Prep. I shudder to think what that might entail.
Friday : J & the Girlie have a normal morning/day. When J picks her up from school he will then wait a bit until MIL picks her up for the weekend. Theywill get to go the Welcome to School Dance Friday night. J will be heading back to DFW as soon as he hands over our kidlet to MIL.
Meanwhile, that morning (or the wee hours of the night depending on your POV) I will be heading into the hospital for my surgery. Surgery, as I’ve said, is scheduled for the morning. I’m pretty sure my Dad will be in the hospital for when I wake up in the recovery room. Maybe my Mom if she can get some time off from her new job (read: not likely).
J arrives somewhere in the evening. Maybe the night shift nurses are nice enough to let him come see me.
Saturday Ouch. Squeeze the morphine button. Ouch. Squeeze the morphine button. You want me to walk? Fine. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
Sunday Lemme outta here! Our hope is that I will be released back into the wilds Sunday afternoon. J will then drive me home, slowly. Get me home and comfy and then go pick up the Summerkins.
He has taken the week following my surgery off. So I should be fine.
EDIT:My Mom is flying me up to DFW to save John that horrendous drive. Yay, MOM!