Tomorrow... I'll be back!

Surgery is tomorrow.

With surgery in less than 24 hours I am trying to get done what I can before I can't move for a few days or lift anything for a couple weeks. This morning I took the dog for a bath at a local pet store that has self service washing stations. He hates it, but it's been two months since his last bath and he was due. After today I can't shower until I see my doctor again post surgery which will be at least a week, but I'm thinking it'll be more like two weeks. When I saw my doctor to have the temporary leads removed he told me that he wanted to have my surgery scheduled the day before he goes on vacation. He shared that he will be traveling to a private island in the Indian Ocean to celebrate his 35th birthday. I imagine it'll be a "Hangover" type trip with madcap laughs involving drugs, sex and alcohol. I hope he returns from that trip... but yeah, I can't shower until my next appointment with him after he returns from vacation and I can't see him only taking a week off to travel to the other side of the world for only a week.

I still can't sleep even though I went back to taking my amitriptyline prescription. I took it last Friday and I slept that night. It was great. The next few days it didn't work as well. Now a week later I'm right back to were I was before. I think I'll continue to take it for at least the next month because I don't want to keep messing with my chemistry right now. 

This will probably be my last blog post pre-cyborg Rob. How fitting that it is Valentine's Day and tomorrow I'll be part Tin Man again. I'll be keeping my heart, but I hope I become tougher like the T-800, because I've never liked "The Wizard of Oz."