It’s Saturday morning, and I am 5 days away from my new knee. Hubby has gone to play golf, and I’m on household duties as I try to get everything ready for Thursday. All the important things are in place – the insurance company stuff, the holiday cottage stuff, the house will be looked after, the garden also. I still have to get the piles of clothes sorted…exactly how many pairs of knickers/socks/t-shirts will I need? Do I need a new nightie or can I make do with my usual comfy ones? Which bags shall I take? How many techy things will I take with me to stave off boredom…not that I will have the time or inclination to do much. Must remember at least one charger tho!
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to alter my spelling in the above paragraph…I seem to be getting letters in the wrong order, some end letters are attached to the following word ( and I’ve just had to do it again! How many o’s are there in following??) My brain is beginning to fog and I am trying to type faster than I can! Yes, I am nervous!!
I have had one hissy fit yesterday, when Hubby told me I would have to get a taxi to the follow up appointment as he had a prior meeting at the golf club to meet architects…WHAT????? I don’t get cross very often ( it’s not worth it) but I could be seen having a full blown argument with my non-present hubby in the car…then the poor chap called me! Oh, bad timing, lad! I didn’t say much, but the result is that Hubby will now do the meeting via a conference call. It will be only 11 days after the op, and I had hoped that week that hubby had taken off to help me would be ALL ABOUT ME!!!!! Yes, spoilt brat stamped her foot and demanded to be heard. To give him his due he had already been feeling bad about it, and wondered what to do – like all of us (?) he doesn’t like to let others down or alter arrangements that mean others have to alter their arrangements etc. It’s one of the things I love about him. BUT!
Anyway, deep breathing, all is sorted,