December 17, 2007

Before I Go

The time is now. After all the contemplation, physical therapy, relating to Cold Play, stressing about underwear, and decision-making, it’s time to go. I’m just hoping they don’t send me right home because of having a stuffy nose this morning. It takes much mental preparation to say "Yeah, go ahead. Drill holes in my leg bones" so I really need to have it done and now before I lose my nerve. After all, my stuffy nose is only slightly worse than my usual allergy self every morning which has been a problem for me since I had kids. I think I’m allergic to my children. That’s what I’ll tell them if they give me any problems today.

I have lined up some excellent guest posters for your enjoyment while I’m on the mend. They include: my best friend from graduate school (who has been sworn to secrecy regarding anything potentially inflammatory or embarrassing about me), a former teacher/training partner who’s sure to pique your interest with something martial arts related, not one but two martial arts "blogebrities," a good buddy/blogger from across the giant pond, a technological and Daddy wizard, and last but not least, a humorous daddy that I’m sure you’ll all love.

Mr. BBM will also pop in to let you know that I’m alive and stuff, probably sometime on Monday. Maybe I’ll say "hi" as well, depending on how I’m feeling. I may just relax though, in order to come storming back with some tales of underwear, nurses, surgeons, anesthesia, pain pumps, and what will surely be a fun first PT appointment post-surgery. Yes, I jest.

I just want to thank all of my awesome readers, commenters and friends who have been so supportive, encouraging and all around sweet. You don’t know how much your cyber-support has helped me since this injury first happened. I know you’ll be right there, virtually holding my hand until I’m asleep, and shouting words of encouragement as I come storming back too, pushing me at PT and through those moments where I’m sure to be discouraged. You are all gems, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I’m off to the hospital now. Say a little prayer for me if you’re so inclined. Please include the words "goes quickly," "pain controlled," "no side effects from anesthesia," and "tray of food soon" because I am so hungry.

(Yells to Mr. BBM: "You put that key to my underpants in the safe right? And, what do you mean I can’t take my laptop!?!?!).