WAITING

We're over the Isaac "scare," and weather has returned to our "Normal." Ween and I are just holding down the couch until Wednesday.  She goes to the groomer and then to her vets where she will be staying while I am in the hospital.  She is going to be one upset little girl, but I haven't any choice as I can't find anyone to keep her.  Her vets also has boarding facilities so that is probably the best place for her.  She's never been away from home except for one night with Bob while I was at Mayo.  I don't know who will be more upset Ween or me.  I hate leaving her any time, but especially some place she doesn't know.  I'm sure we both will be okay.

I go into the hospital at 6:00 am on Thursday.  This will be a day of testing and getting ready for the surgery on Friday.  I've read all I can read on my doctor, the hospital, and the surgery.  It is said that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.  While that may be true, I like having all the information. Some people think I ask too many questions.  My name in Scottish actually means "question."  That would be me.

Actually, that is my learning style.  My scattered thoughts, put together, help me to process and put ideas together.  I don't know exactly how it works, but ...

Ween has just gotten up and wants to go back to bed.  She usually comes in and goes back to sleep under her blankie that is on the couch.  But, I had to wash her blankie so she is huffing at me because it's not there.  She does not adjust well.  Poor baby.  Life is so hard sometimes.