Just when you think the week is going to slow down, you find yourself being drugged with morphine and being wheeled into an or. I don’t know how the next 24 hours post op is going to be, but we’ve already had to cancel appointment reaccomodate plans for the kids, I couldn’t bring my knitting with. They fear knitting stuff worse than the tsa here. It was interesting talking to their security gaurd about contraband items.
Getting woozy, time for sleep.