Tomorrow is Steve's Big Day. We have to wake up in the middle of the night so he can scrub himself down with some weird hospital soap and then get ourselves to the hospital by 5:30AM. Not cool. Steve had a couple days of nervousness, but now he's just back to annoyed about the whole business. According to everyone I know who has had this surgery (which is, strangely, quite a few folks!) the worst part is the gas afterwards. I told Steve I will get him whatever he wants for dinner tomorrow and he was all "PIZZA AND COKE!!!!!" So, as you can see, Steve is all about health and wellness after his surgery.
I told Wm that when he wakes up tomorrow, Mimi will be here to give him breakfast and take him to the bus stop. He goes, "YAAAAAY!!! [pause] Not that I want Daddy to have surgery." I know the feeling, Wm. The other day I was thinking, "hey, if Steve is in a lot of pain, I'll need to take Friday off too! 5 day weekend! Woot!!" Then thought, "Waaaaaait...I'm wishing for Steve to be in pain. Never mind."
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