Scrap worthy?
Bob goes in for surgery on Friday. After a run to the ER last weekend and numerous visits to the doctor's and with x-rays and scans out with wazoo, it was determined that the gallbladder must come out. So what's the point of having one to begin with? Now I feel sorry for him, of course and I'll be there to nurse him back to health... but when the surgery was first scheduled for next week, I went ahead and sent a check in for a crop for Saturday.. one I'd been looking forward to going to... and now I'll be spending the day running up and down the stairs...waiting on him hand and foot. Hopefully he'll be so drugged, he won't need me that much and he'll sleep all day. Actually I asked the surgeon yesterday if I could get some pain meds too knowing what a bad patient Bob really is.
I might just pack up some stuff and take it to the hospital with me.... I've got scissors and a hemostat and fibers... I could do a little scrapbook operation while there.
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