Count down post #1

That's right... I am counting down to surgery day. If you don't care, don't read. Actually, read. I was just kidding about not reading. At around 11:00 this morning, I got the call from my dear, sweet Marissa. She is my doctor's assistant. She loves me. She said, "Darling, (that's me), surgery Monday. Jeremy knows the drill: He puts on your skull shirt, packs the back brace and makes sure you don't get in any car accidents or fall down any stairs."

I cried. Right there in my office. I cried. I called Jeremy. And I cried.

So, for dinner we went to McDonalds. So what?! That's right, I had a quarter pounder WITH cheese and a large fry. Take that!
Then, I went tanning. So, between the panic attack, the 2,000 calories I ate and the tanning bed, I am probably going to die even before Monday comes.

In reality though, I am loved. Next week's sitters are taken care of. Emily will paint my toe nails Saturday night. Jeremy will have it all under control like usual. And, I will be back to Zumba in a good six months. I hope.

I'm going to go take a valuum now.