August 28, 2005--Did I have a good walk today. I met my friend Janet down at the bridge around 8:00 a.m. and we walked our dogs for nearly 2 hours. It was absolutely fabulous. For whatever reason, the weather was cloudy, and cool with a nice breeze. It was like a gift from on high. It felt like a fall morning, instead of the dog days of summer.
I picked up my prescriptions from the pharmacy, 6 of them, 2 pains pills, suppositories for vomiting, nausea, antibiotic, and valium. I could open my own drug store! Actually, I didn't get one of the pain meds because it is a narcotic and the physician who prescribed all this had failed to include the number of tablets she wanted me to have.
Our older daughter, Cecily (that we still call Cissy), arrived at the airport a little before 6:00 p.m. It was so good to see her. Lee and I agreed that it is a shame that it is taking a mutilation of her mother to get her down here, but we'll take her however we can get her! Both our daughters went with us to eat our our favorite Tex-Mex eatery, Aranda's on Burnet Road. We always go there when Cissy comes to town.
Later in the evening, 2 friends that used to attend church with us back in the 90's, Helen and Melanie, came over to visit and to pray for us. Friends like that are truly a blessing, and helped us to feel calm about what is about to transpire.

August 29, 2005--This will be my last journal entry for awhile. I don't know when I'll be able to resume sitting and typing at the computer. My insurance company authorized me to stay inpatient until Friday, Sept. 2nd. Consequently, I now believe that I won't be coming home until then. HMOs are not known for authorizing more days than the typical patient for a certain procedure needs. Of course, if there are complications, additional days would be approved. But there aren't going to be any complications, are there? No way!
Cissy and I went to Bed, Bath, & Beyond so I could buy a bed wedge. The nurse told me that I will need to sleep with my upper body elevated after I get home from the hospital.
My plastic surgeon's office seems to be having a little trouble deciding when I will get "marked." She has to put markings on me before Dr. Regan starts carving me up. At first they told me she will do it before Dr. Regan's gets started. Then I got a phone call this morning asking me to come in at 4:00 p.m. to the office and she would mark me then. Later, I got another call from them telling me that Dr. Montero would mark me at the hospital and I don't have to come into the office. Then, I got yet another call informing me that I need to remind the hospital staff to call Dr. Montero after the radiological procedure is finished so she can run over and mark me then. And they wonder why I got confused. The other day I was told that I should take the antibiotic with dinner the night before (which I have just done) and that I should also take one the morning of surgery. The catch is, it must be taken with food, and I'm not to have food or drink after midnight tonight. So I had to get clarification on that; I'm not to take it tomorrow morning. Lordy, I hope they don't get this confused about the really important details. That doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
Cissy fixed supper (as we peasants call it) for us tonight. She likes to cook. Pork loin with mashed potatoes and asparagus was our fare. I was warned to eat lightly today, so I didn't eat much.
Cissy will be sending out a broadcast email to everyone who has contacted me about this "situation," (thanks to Max for that moniker). She will do so whenever she gets back to the house. In the mean-time, I'm asking for the prayers of all those who care about me and my family. Thank you, and may God bless you. Peace, out..

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