I feel bad about the fact that I can't go with my sister to the hospital this time, like I did the last time. Since I got sick in October, I have learned my limitations and not to push myself too hard. The last thing my sister needs is for me to throw up/pass out on her while she is waiting at the hospital for news about my mom. So all I can do is wait for the phone to ring, I guess.
The big worry is how easily my mother gets infections. Because of this, I think the few days after the surgery will be more dangerous than anything. My sister went and bought my mom the first four seasons of my mom's newest favorite show, "Doc Martin", so at least she'll have something to watch while she heals up.
In other news, Kevin called me this morning and in a strange twist of irony, I had to tell him that I couldn't talk because I was getting ready to go to therapy.
And Cherri told everyone at the clinic about my Josh Jackson/Elijah Wood Gladiating Games dream. When I came in, one of the girls made a joke about "the games tonight" and I said to The BFF, "I don't know what she is talking about but if it is an orgy, I am in." Turns out, everyone knew about my dream.
That is all.