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asphaltcowgrrlTomorrow is the big day.
Not going to lie, I’m pretty freaked out. I’d be worried enough if it was just my husband, but knowing his mother will be having surgery, too, completely adds to the level of freak-out I’m experiencing.
Friday, we had a last consult with the transplant team to make sure everything was still good. We’d met everyone twice before, but miraculously, they finally found a second transplant doctor. Last April, when we did the orientation, they were still looking. So, that’s a positive thing. Also had the pleasure of meeting a student pharmacist as well as a third year med student that caught me by surprise. Why? Because I swear to god, he looked like James come to life. Red hair, blue eyes, beard, the whole nine yards. Young and handsome, too. Hahaha.
Tomorrow, we have to be at the hospital at 5:30 AM, so that makes for an extremely early day for me. I have to get up, get showered, and ready before he does simply because he does not get out of bed one minute before he has to. Which drives me insane because I hate having to rush – get up, get dressed, get out the door. But he is who he is and, at this point in our relationship, I’m used to it. Realized the other day that next month will be 29 years since we had our first date. Kind of blows my mind.
On non-transplant related things, I did finally finish Unbroken Cowboy last night. Not sure if I’m going to pick this author back up again or not though. Story was good, I liked the characters but… she had a habit of… using way too damn many… ellipses… when the characters… were thinking. Seriously. Also, while I get that both the hero and heroine had their issues, they were doing great at working them out until the 80% mark and then suddenly, the woman who has been crushing on this man since she was 11 no longer wants to have a relationship with him. And her reasons were stupid AF. Like, we know you’re scared, anyone would be, but get your head out of your ass! UGH. It did end well though and overall, I really did like the book. But, if this is standard for her? No thanks.
Lastly, I got a good laugh at the grocery store yesterday. My younger girl is on spring break this weekend and asked me to get her some soups for easy lunches (I also bought her some Hawaiian rolls because I’m a good mom). So, I’m scanning the shelves trying to find something that sounds good and find this:
I started cackling in the aisle because I totally needed a good laugh yesterday. No, I didn’t buy it, but the temptation was real.
Anyway, I’m going to stop boring you now. Hope that this week is a good one for you all. I’ll try and update sometime tomorrow, but his surgery won’t likely be until around 1 PM PST. So, don’t panic if you don’t hear from me until later in the evening. Thanks for not abandoning me during my time of OH MY GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO DO! Because yeah, I know, I’ve been a bit of a drama queen lately. Blame it on being a water sign, okay?
Not going to lie, I’m pretty freaked out. I’d be worried enough if it was just my husband, but knowing his mother will be having surgery, too, completely adds to the level of freak-out I’m experiencing.
Friday, we had a last consult with the transplant team to make sure everything was still good. We’d met everyone twice before, but miraculously, they finally found a second transplant doctor. Last April, when we did the orientation, they were still looking. So, that’s a positive thing. Also had the pleasure of meeting a student pharmacist as well as a third year med student that caught me by surprise. Why? Because I swear to god, he looked like James come to life. Red hair, blue eyes, beard, the whole nine yards. Young and handsome, too. Hahaha.
Tomorrow, we have to be at the hospital at 5:30 AM, so that makes for an extremely early day for me. I have to get up, get showered, and ready before he does simply because he does not get out of bed one minute before he has to. Which drives me insane because I hate having to rush – get up, get dressed, get out the door. But he is who he is and, at this point in our relationship, I’m used to it. Realized the other day that next month will be 29 years since we had our first date. Kind of blows my mind.
On non-transplant related things, I did finally finish Unbroken Cowboy last night. Not sure if I’m going to pick this author back up again or not though. Story was good, I liked the characters but… she had a habit of… using way too damn many… ellipses… when the characters… were thinking. Seriously. Also, while I get that both the hero and heroine had their issues, they were doing great at working them out until the 80% mark and then suddenly, the woman who has been crushing on this man since she was 11 no longer wants to have a relationship with him. And her reasons were stupid AF. Like, we know you’re scared, anyone would be, but get your head out of your ass! UGH. It did end well though and overall, I really did like the book. But, if this is standard for her? No thanks.
Lastly, I got a good laugh at the grocery store yesterday. My younger girl is on spring break this weekend and asked me to get her some soups for easy lunches (I also bought her some Hawaiian rolls because I’m a good mom). So, I’m scanning the shelves trying to find something that sounds good and find this:
I started cackling in the aisle because I totally needed a good laugh yesterday. No, I didn’t buy it, but the temptation was real.
Anyway, I’m going to stop boring you now. Hope that this week is a good one for you all. I’ll try and update sometime tomorrow, but his surgery won’t likely be until around 1 PM PST. So, don’t panic if you don’t hear from me until later in the evening. Thanks for not abandoning me during my time of OH MY GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO DO! Because yeah, I know, I’ve been a bit of a drama queen lately. Blame it on being a water sign, okay?
