Lame

What's lame? The Norovirus. The gastrointestinal tract virus that likes to hang around hospitals, thus restricting the hospital to staff and patients only. So, I got to say good bye to my teary-eyed wife at the elevators as she was going up a floor for her pre-op. I knew it would be tough on her, but the plan was for me and her parents to be there right up to the surgery doors.

Now, I'm at home blogging waiting for a phone call from the surgeon in a few hours. I'll update then.

In the meantime, enjoy this song.

It's not always about me.

Kristie's headed for surgery next week to have a tumor on her kidney removed. She's doing her damnest to get ready for it and even getting a little metaphysical about it with some meditation. For those of you that don't know, Kristie meditating is kind of like a cat swimming, I was pretty sure I'd never see it.

She's a little more stressed about it than I am, she might say that's an understatement, but I've always been a "worry-when-there's-something-to-worry-about" type.

I am trying though, to keep her as stress free as I can. I'm not always the best at that, sometimes life gets in the way, and sometimes I need to fall asleep without finishing her back massage. I know, what a dink. :p

Until the time officially arrives and the alarm clock goes off way too early, we're going to live normally.

Oh, execept for getting wills and signing power of attorney forms. Other than that, it's World Juniors and NFL playoffs on the tv and episodes of Dexter in between.