2 more sleeps

As my kids would say, 2 more sleeps. Can a person ever really be prepared? My husband has at least embraced the concept and is offering suggestions of support rather than telling me not to do it.

It helped that I talked to one of my acquaintances yesterday. She told me that she had upper jaw surgery when she was 19. She said the recovery was horrible but she would do it again because the results were so great. She has such a nice face. It is good to see the end result.

Apparently, I have to survive and do well. I am needed at work. My colleague's departure has been moved up to March 14. We also decided to look for a new office building. Goody, goody! Didn't the doctor say something about no heavy lifting? I'm sorry, I won't be able to do the nasty, sweaty, dirty work...doctor's orders!

I have been preparing my bedroom arsenal for survival mode. So far, I have extra icepacks in the kitchen fridge, 2 magic hot bags, a heating pad, and a pile of extra pillows. My husband found a large box of fluffy romance novels in the house he renovated so that's by the bed too. I've got wireless and I'm going to move my computer in so I can do updates (and play silly games, of course). I've got wipes, saline spray, and vaseline. I've stocked up on comfie pj's and my ipod has tunes.

I'm also bringing home work to do. Just in case. Part of me hopes I'm too sick for work but well enough to scrapbook :) I'm debating about getting a month free of Netflicks. I'm way behind on my movie watching. I know me, though. If I start thinking about work, it will drive me nuts if I don't have the work with me. If I have the work with me...maybe I won't think about it at all!

Okay, I'm done babbling. Nerves are getting to me.