Papi's 2nd surgery is coming up in 3 weeks.
The countdown commences.
All I care about is not allowing my back to spaz out before that day.
It can freak out all it wants until the 27th, but after that, it has to behave for at least 2 weeks.
My love won't be able to even sit up on his own.
I had a laparoscopy that hurt enough, never mind a hysterectomy.
I will behave and not clean the tub any later than a week before Dr. Scissorhands is set to do the deed.
I feel ok about this one, maybe because I know that my love has had pre-cancerous cells in the past.
Maybe it's also because I won't notice the difference.
Ok, that's not completely true.
Apparently my love doesn't need to take as much of the hormones once that uterus is snagged away.
Taking out this organ will cause less estrogen in the body.
I suppose that's why we see old ladies with beards.
Anyway, as the surgery nears closer, it seems to also be taking up more of my thoughts.
This blob/blab is going to be short today.
I get to see one of my dearest friends for lunch.
And a beautiful day it will be, regardless of the overcast skies that threaten us with autumn showers.
I hope your day brings you joy as well.