... all through the house. Not a creature was stirring. Not even my mutt. Visions of chocolate cake, chinese food, corn casserole, etc dance in my head... Come Sprite. Come Ginger Ale. Come Apple Juice. Come Lemon Jello. Come Dulcolax or fleet... whatever grants my surgeon's wishes.
Ok, so I dont know all the words of Twas the Night Before Christmas, but who cares when on a the eve of a clear liquid diet! For some reason, as much as I wish, I dont think clear alcohol would count in this case.
So, my mood has been pretty stable. Physical conditions vary. I have friends making reservations to come see me in the hospital! LOL That's funny! Gotta love those that make me laugh! Would rather laugh than cry!
So, work is about the same. Much to do to catch up and get ready to be out!
Wish Rudolph would come wisk me away! Ah well! :)
Monday, December 8, 2008
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