Twas the night before surgery......

and all through the house, not a creature was stirring - except the soon to be un-chubby old broad making a bee-line to the throne room! 

Gosh I hate that stuff!  They try to flavor it up but boy-howdy, it sure don't wanna go down!  The mouth and the belly both start screaming at the same time "EJECT EJECT EJECT"  and you gotta clamp the lips shut and grit your teeth and not let it happen.  I won..... Or did I????  I drank the first bottle (yes, I said first) at 11:00 am per my doctor's instructions.  5.5 hours later when nothing but a bunch of churning and chugging going on, and after talking to the nurse that calls and checks on you the night before, I drank................ewwww, the second one.  Yes, it is nastier the second time because you just know what is going to happen.  Well, 2nd bottle worked. 

I've had the house all to myself except for the pups this afternoon and all they want to do is sleep.  Oh, and bug me for cookies every time I go into the kitchen. 

Laundry's done, house is clean, cookies and thank you card for my night crew guys baked and packaged, bag is packed.  All I have left to do is shower and crawl into bed and set the alarm.

I have such peace tonight.  I know the decision I have made will alter my life for the better.  I know I have made the right decision.  It was a long time coming, but I have faith in God and trust that my surgeon and crew will do a great job.  My friend from Georgia called this afternoon while she was at the airport and we prayed together (gave me mega- goosebumps) and I have had a profound peace since then. 

Joe is out hunting.  My caveman needs to go walk in the woods to find his peace and his center.  His mother tells me all the time that we're perfect together.  She also tells me that I am the only person on the face of this earth that just "gets" him.  Nothing to get.  He gets his space, I get my space, we both work hard and we both enjoy time together.  What else is there?  Perfect harmony.

Toodles my online friends!  I look forward to posting all about my journey and how I've messed with the heads of the nurses (ooooh, I'm a bad one - prankster me!)  I wish I could find a copy of what I wrote for my friend when she was in the hospital.  "The Care and Maintenance of the Tube Up Your Nose".  There is a copy framed behind a nurses station somewhere in Sacramento!

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ big hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} to all of you.  MoMo

Maureen,
Everything will go well and your positive attitude is wonderful.  Best of luck to you tomorrow.
I will move my butt over and make room for you on the losers bench.  Can't wait to hear you made it to the otherside.

Lola

Hi Maureen,

You're going to do GREAT tomorrow.  I will say a special prayer for you tonight.  I'll be thinking of you tomorrow....

Michele

Thank you!

MoMo, I just love you dude!!  I want to meet you someday, you kill me....LOL  Have a rockin' good time on the throne and the nurses will not be the same after you....xo  Kim

One of these days when I'm down amongst the masses in So Califoria, we shall make it a point to get together!

     Hope you have a good book to read...you are going to spend some time on that throne!!!! 

Good luck tomorrow...we will all be thinking of you!  

Ohhhhh, you make me laugh! Bekki has my cell # to call for an update.

After this...the rest is not so bad.You will be in my prayers!

HUGS
JOY

Good thoughts and prayers coming your way for a easy surgery and recovery. I know that with your positive attitude and sense of humor, you will sail right through this! Looking forward to having you on the bench!
Hugs, Lisa G.