Surgery’s tomorrow, so we went to the grocery store to buy bland, carblicious foods for my gall bladder-less recovery – Jell-O, applesauce, those refrigerated precooked mashed potatoes (’cause God knows, I’m not gonna feel like cooking them), pretzels, bread, and bananas. I’m not sure if my husband’s too keen on my making jokes. He’s wound a little tight this evening because any other family member who’s gone through surgery has done so as a result of a major problem. I’ve tried reassuring him that this is a routine procedure that takes only an hour or so.
Maybe I should ask the doc to give him something to relax when I get my happy drugs in the morning.