I've had my surgery date for probably about two months, so why is it that it feels like it's crept up on me so fast? The past couple days I've had so much to do I feel like I'm running out of time. Ben's boss didn't bring his paycheck down to the store branch he works at, so, Saturday after I got off work, we had to drive 50 miles round trip to the main office to get his paycheck. We made a day of it though because Ben's parents live about 10 minutes from where we had to go, so we went up there and had dinner with them. We were supposed to take Rocky up there tomorrow because Ben's going to stay in the hospital with me and I didn't want to leave Rocky home alone, but Ben's mom suggested we just take him with us Saturday and leave him there so we don't have to make another trip. So, that's what we did. I felt so bad when we were driving away because Rocky was watching us the whole time. We adopted him from the Humane Society almost a year ago. He's about 7 years old and the man he was living with got too old/sick and couldn't care for him anymore. I don't want Rocky to think we dropped him off and aren't coming back to get him, just because I know he's been through that before. But, he's with Grannie Frannie, Grandpa John, and uncle/cousin/whatever Nick (their mini schnauzer), so he's in good company and well taken care of. Then, Sunday was my dad's birthday, so Ben, Justin (my brother), Anna (sis-in-law) and I took him out to lunch. After that, Ben and I spent some time with my mom. Then Monday was my pre-op physical and blood work, had a lunch/shopping date with my friend Mary, then I took Justin to the Pirate game for his birthday. We lost, but we acquired Derrek Lee from Baltimore and he hit 2 home runs in his first game as a Pittsburgh Pirate, so that was pretty sweet. Then we went to the casino for a little bit. Didn't win big, but had an ok time. Today I went to work, went out with my friend Tyler for a bit, and now I'm doing laundry and trying to get everything in order so I don't have to worry about much tomorrow. Who knew there would be so much to do? Sigh. Sorry this post is basically a big rant-fest. Just a lot going on. And last night, Ben had a nightmare that made him wake up in a sweat. He claims not to remember what it was about, but I'm 90% sure it was about me and my surgery because he made me promise that I won't die. I wish he wouldn't be so nervous and give me a chance to be nervous. I know it's just because he cares about me, but it's just weird that I have to be the one who's reassuring him.
Tomorrow I get to find out what time I need to be at the hospital. Pretty excited. I still can't believe I'm actually doing this. It's so surreal. I found out that I won't have to do a bowel cleanse, which I took tomorrow off for, so that's good news. I'm going to drive down to school and get my schedule set up, along with any other last minute preparations I need to do. Hope everyone has a great day!