I’m 2 days post op. I had my gall bladder out on Thursday. Why am I sad? other than being pent up in the house on a beautiful day???
This weekend is the MD SHEEP AND WOOL FEST!!! sigh…I FORGOT about it this weekend, and had I remembered, I would have thought loonnnngggg and hard for scheduling suregery this week. (I still would have done it tho, cuz it just didn’t fit ANY other time!!!)
So, dh is going to the vegetable man at the fest to get HIS veggies, and I told him what I wanted from the fair…sigh…not the same. But I guess it’d be more like a present that way eh? DD 7 knows where their stand was last year, and what yarn I’m talking about…so at least if they can find it, she won’t steer him wrong. AND if he gets the wrong kind…not really a problem, cuz it’ll be an excuse to get the RIGHT kind next year.
He’s horrid tho at picking out things. It seems the more specific I get, the worse he picks. It’s like he has an anxiety or something. And if I am VERY specific, and it isn’t exactly in the spot, he’ll say they don’t have it…
So, I’m in bed on sort of good drugs…I get a tummy ache with it…so need to lie pretty still…I got up to get something to eat, and back to bed I go!!