Hubby is going for surgery at 6:30.
Nothing too major. He had a small incident on Sunday, and tore his left medial meniscus, and is going in for an endoscopic procedure. He's actually comfortable with getting the procedure, which we were informed wouldn't last much longer than 20-30 minutes. But the anesthesiology, that's a different story. THAT'S what's got him so worried. He wanted an epidural, but due to all the issues he's been dealing with with his spine, well, the anesthesiologist didn't feel comfortable going that route.
He should be up and about later tonight. In the meantime, I'll be teaching my first class in a week tonight, and then run to school with the little one for a viewing of collective artwork by the kids. Phew! We're back in the swing of things, aren't we? My poor heart is beating a mile a minute. I wish I could be there with him, but this was an emergency scheduling, and we weren't really prepared for it. Besides, I'm sure the orthopaedic surgeon will do a fabulous job without my getting in the way. We only found out at noon today, and I've been so nervous, all I could do was keep my hands busy so my mind wouldn't run all over with crazy thoughts. (got 5 pairs of earrings out of it. LOL!)
Now, if only I could get a handle on these dang allergies. Started a new med today, Nasonex. Sure hope it'll help, 'cause I do NOT look forward to feeling like a 4-ton dump truck is using my forehead as a parking space for the next 6 months...