Yesterday I had a wonderful visit with the kids. Ralph fixed a terrific lunch which we ate together. Cajun seasoned grilled chicken breast with bacon and swiss cheese on a kaiser bun served with tater tots. I took a lot of photos of Lilly then came home and napped for three hours. I don't understand why I still need to nap in the afternoon but I've read a lot of cancer survivors still do this even years after treatment.
I've been working all morning trying to get things done before my surgery. DAR-related, C.A.R.-related, some bird dog club things for Phil plus test entry forms for his dogs, then there's my regular work which I can do from home instead of having to drive into the office. It just feels like the more I accomplish the more there is to do. Nothing will get done during the time I'm in the hospital. The doctor already said the earliest I would get out would be after three days and that would be barring any complications during surgery or after. I know most of my hospital stays are five to seven days at which time I'm usually climbing the walls trying to find some means of escape! I'm a terrible patient.