A very busy few days for me at work.  I've been finishing up projects and tying up loose ends before I leave.  I couldn't escape there today without getting hugged.  Most of the time I don't mind, but I was trapped and #1Boss simply had to hug me.  Yeah, he likes me.  Aren't I lucky?  yukkkkkkkkkk.........like having the geeky neighborhood kid have a crush on you.  Anyway, I'm outta there for 6-8 weeks.  A thought occurred to me the other day(if I mentioned this before, just skip over it.  My memory isn't good).  I don't HAVE to go back there--ever.  Yep, I can play out my leave, make sure the medical bills get paid, then tell them adios.  Since the Emerald City is open 24/7, I can get in the office some night and clear out me desk, slip the keys under the door with a note as I leave.  This plan is very appealing to me.  I'd miss out on the going away party and the fuss if I were to leave in this manner.  I'd also avoid more hugs.

    The hospital called tonight with my instructions.  I have to be there at 6:00am Monday, no food or drink after midnight Sunday, and don't wear jewelry.  Go to the 8th floor to sign in, and I'll be taken to my room.

            Whoooooaaaaahh!

    My room?  She explained that now with this surgery, patients are given a room instead of being sent to the recovery room as some must stay overnight.  A room.  I don't want to stay in the hospital.  I hate hospitals, they're full of sick people!  And they smell funny too.  I was in for 5 days when Ryan was born via an emergency c-section.  5 LONG DAYS.  For 3 of those days, I was only allowed to eat red Jell-O.  Nasty, tasteless, red Jell-O.  The experience has permanently turned me against the gelatin.

    My room.  Damn.

    Anyway, on the way home I had to stop at the grocery store.  I wanted to stock up on snacks and frozen dinners as I won't be up to (or for that matter, home) cooking dinners.  Ryan has school vacation next week, so he will be home and be an eating machine.  Dennis has taken Monday and Tuesday off of work to take care of me.  I also bought plenty of lunch meat and veggies for lunches.

    We want to work some more out in the new garden.  Dennis has been out there every evening after work, raking and putting in a rubber edging on the beds.  It should be nice once it warms up enough to get the plants in there.  Everything that I planted last weekend has survived the nightly frosts, so I am encouraged.  I have to get as much done as possible this weekend as I don't know how well my arm will move after the surgery.  The last time, I was bruised in the armpit and down the side of my ribs.

    Oh yes, another small aggravation -- the water bed is leaking again.  It's 15 years old and I think it should be retired.  I just don't know if we should get another one or a regular bed.  I can't sleep on a regular bed if it's too hard because of my FMS.  If I do, I'm crippled in the morning.  The mattress puts too much pressure on my muscles, and causes tender areas on my body.
We should get this problem fixed this weekend too.  I don't want to recuperate from the surgery in a puddle.