Last-minute preparations

24 hours from now I will be waiting in my OR prep room. I'm a bit nervous but not terribly. My biggest fear is that once the screw is in my head, I will have trouble getting used to the feeling and will be sorry that I did it. I'm not horribly afraid, but just a little bit of a concern there. I really want to hear, but I'm just not sure of my own reaction to the feeling of a foreign object stuck to my skull. The phobias and anxiety attacks... they sneak up on me when I least expect it and cause me distress. I take Welbutrin daily for anxiety but I'm not too sure how well it works because I still occasionally have one. When that happens, I take .25mg Xanax. I don't take that every day but some days I take it twice. When I have trouble sleeping, that is what I use to help me sleep.

I ended up staying home this morning so I could try and get Ron in to see the respiratory therapist. I'm not sure I'll feel like doing it later this week. I could feel just fine. I could feel like crap. I just don't know. He's doing pretty good and thinks that he'll be able to take care of himself AND be able to help me out as well. I really think that he'll be doing good to just take care of himself, but I will let him do what he can to help me. He wants to be there for me like I've been there for him so it's important to let him do as much as possible.

We had dinner at Amy and Rex's house last night. He fixed grilled chicken breasts and a grilled pork tenderloin. They were both very good but we did enjoy the chicken a bit better. He'd added Gorgonzola cheese to the tenderloin and it was a bit strong for my tastes. It was good; different, but good. I took some potato chips, Texas toast, and baked beans. It was a nice dinner.

Isaiah is such a happy child these days. He has his "off" days, but he's mostly very happy. He is excited to be getting a baby sister and he talks a lot about "when" his baby sister is born. He usually says "my baby sister, Anna..."  He's very particular and wants us to know what her name is.

I have a few last-minute things that I need to accomplish today. I got the laundry washed, dried, and put away but I need to sweep and mop the floors. It amazes me how the kitchen floor can get so dirty so fast when it's just us (usually) coming and going! I think the wheelchair tires are actually "streaking" the floor with skid marks, kind of like when sneakers leave skid marks on floors. It cleans up easily but has to be done 2-3 times a week to keep it looking really clean. Honestly, I don't have 2-3 days a week worth of free time to keep it mopped up so I usually get it done only 1-2 times a week. I spot clean in between times. Another thing the wheelchair does is mat down the pile of the carpet. Even though we have a Berber carpet, with a design so the wheelchair tracks wouldn't show as much, I can still see the difference in the carpet. I like to make sure that it's swept quite often. Got to "git er done" today because I don't think I'll be running the sweeper in the next couple of days  though. LOL!

Better get off here and get things taken care of! If you're a praying person, please keep me (and Ron) in your prayers tomorrow. My surgery is scheduled for 10:00 Central time. I'm supposed to come home tomorrow afternoon sometime.

Virtual hugs and blessings to you all!

Teresa