So the date has been set. The nurse emailed me to say April 12. The doctor has confirmed. I wasn't sure how to feel. I was happy the date was set, no guessing, trying to plan, or obsessing about THE DATE. I was also nervous the date had been set, as now there was no putting it off.
MBH let my BIL/tenant know the he will will have to leave a few days (preferably weeks if I have a say) before hand so that I can focus on controlling one aspect of this debacle - my new room downstairs. You know, the one that is currently inhabited apby my BIL and hisncanine from the 7th ring of hell. So I have one thing to focus on and I have been at it all weekend. Online shopping, finding sheets, finding a paint color, looking for accessories, asking for input. I have put in my calendar the day maid is coming, the day to paint, the day to pick up sheets. I am looking ahead for my daughter's birthday party. (A surgery is not going to affect her party. I can limp around, delegate, and online shop to prepare.) Then mother's day.
Shockingly my coping strategy is scheduling anything I can possibly schedule (with a glass of wine in hand of course.) The only thing I have not prepared for, the actual surgery. Of course I put the date in my calendar (color coded green for 'personal'), though I have no idea what to expect. And that scares the shit out of me.
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