I set my alarm for 5:45 this morning, knowing it wouldn’t be necessary. I knew I would be awake before then, anxious to get the day started.
I guess I’m a little nervous, especially when I picture what will be going on while I’m under. I’ve been noticing the tendons that run around my pelvic bone. I guess they know how to get around those without cutting into them. I’m sure they’ll remember it’s my right hip. I am confident the anesthesiologist will have my correct weight and use the right dose of knock-out drugs. Of course, of course.
The days leading up to today have reminded me of the nesting weeks before giving birth. I’ve been making to-do lists and methodically ticking them off. I’ve been cleaning, cooking, slicing and freezing fruit. I’ve weeded the garden and washed the car. I got through the tricky first part of my latest knitting project so that it will be smooth sailing once I’m home from the hospital this afternoon. I even started making an agenda for a late-summer CLT planning day.
It’s just Chris and me, since Edwin is in Richmond and Maxine left Saturday for Camp Varsity, where she’ll be a counselor for three weeks. Since it’s summertime, the demands of taking over what I usually do won’t be too much for Chris. Still, the women have insisted on a meal train. I met with my knitting friends yesterday morning at Suzanne’s house, and her husband was making dough for his delicious pizza. I eyed it in the bowl, and he smiled and said, “This is for you, you know. Monday’s dinner.”
I hissed, ‘Yessss! I had been hoping you’d be on the meal train.”
I have tentatively made plans to venture out in a few weeks to see jazz in Georgetown and to see my brother-in-law’s band play in Westover a few days after that. I assume I’ll be dropped off at the door, possibly with my cane. I have my pass to Ft. Myer ready to go so I can park myself in a lounge chair by the pool with one of my fellow sun-loving friends.
Time check: it’s 5:44. I am one-third of the way through the one cup of coffee I am allowing myself this morning. They said I could have black coffee, so of course I’m having some; it’s why I get up every morning (kidding, not kidding). I’ve removed my wedding band, as instructed, which had never been off my finger since the day we were married in April, 2003. I removed my toenail polish so they can see my circulation. I have one more shower to take with the antiseptic soap. The walker my neighbor loaned me is by the door. Let’s get this show on the road.
My Corner of the Village 