Wednesday, October 19, 2005

the Great Unreal

I'm having an after-dinner coffee (vaguely wretched, but I've had worse, from a styrofoam cup) and sitting here in "the internet room," not really believing any of this. Any second now, I'll wake up, right?

Probably not. DH is en route now, and should be here in a few hours. It will be nice to see him. Everything appears to be set -- hotel room, flights home, physical therapy for when I get there. Everything will work out.

Just none of it feels real right now, none of this has felt real for this entire trip. I will be very happy to go home.

3 Comments:

Papercollector said...

our thoughts are with ya bits. love u to pieces... j

3:56 AM  
Mamasita said...

I'm sorry that you have to have yet another surgery. I know EXACTLY what you mean about feeling more peaceful once you know what is to happen. Man, do I know about that. It's that in between, what's-gonna-happen? that drives us crazy. I'm very glad that you husband will be there for you today. No way should you be alone during this time. I WILL be praying for you during this time that the surgery goes smoothly, quickly, that the surgeon doesn't have to be "in there" any longer than absolutely necessary and that everything that needs to be done is done once and for all.

You are one tough cookie.

{{{{Joan}}}}

6:18 AM  
nina said...

waiting to hear more... hope you are okay.

4:00 AM  

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