In and Out

Tomorrow Avery is having surgery. It’s a simple procedure. In and out, literally – ear tubes in, adenoids out. Nothing to worry about, but try telling that to my queasy stomach and racing mind.

Any time a child goes under, there are risks. And when your child has a medical file as thick as a telephone book, the risks increase. So….cue my rising blood pressure. The doctor mentioned giving Avery a little morphine if necessary. If she doesn’t need it, can I have it?
Today I’m at home alone. The kids are at school and I’ve been busy doing really important things to keep distracted. Like:

  • I organized my sock drawer. Its disorder has been bothering me for awhile. I find it unnerving when socks aren’t paired and sorted by colour and function (dress vs. sport). Holy OCD.
  • I made this new Twitter avatar in  honour of “Star Wars – May the 4th Be With You Day.” 

  • I made toast.
  • I went to the bank and actually used the teller wicket. I haven’t done that for years. The woman ahead of me was having issues and taking forever. She turned to apologize saying, “Sorry for holding everybody up.” I suggested she maybe not use that wording in a bank. I laughed. She didn’t. 
  • I posted my new avatar on Twitter and waited for the onslaught of appreciative tweets. I’m still waiting. 
  • I walked my dog and tried not to think about tomorrow. He pooped. Twice. I only had one bag.
  • I went to the drugstore and bought Freezies. Avery’s going to need lots of Freezies. 
  • I tried on nail polish. 
  • I went back to retrieve the un-bagged poop.
  • I ate left-overs for lunch. 
  • I plucked my eyebrows.
  • I called and made a chiropractic appointment for my husband. 
  • I packed Avery’s hospital bag.
  • I marveled at how quickly the day goes and then wrote this post. 
It’s nearly time to pick the kids up from school. I have accomplished nothing of any significance, yet I managed to remain distracted. And my eyebrows look pretty good.
Tomorrow I’ll worry and fret because we parents always do. I’ll hug Avery extra hard and cry when they take her from my arms. And during the hour long surgery, I’ll keep busy by tweeting and emailing and browsing in the gift shop. Then it will be over and I’ll be able to breathe again.

Avery patiently awaiting her current obsession…soccer in the basement.
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