My mom arrived today to help us take care of Isaiah and Hawthorne for the next few weeks while my feet are healing from surgery. I am suppose to be at the hospital at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning for a 7:00 a.m. start time. For any who may not know, I have had plantar fasciitis for a few years now and it got to the point where it needed to be resolved. So, now it will be, tomorrow.
I will receive general anesthesia which means poor Isaiah is going to have to take a bottle for 2 days...and that is with my intention of not taking any painkillers afterward. So, I think we are going to have an interesting week to come. I really hope he does okay. Everyone keeps telling me that he will eat when he gets hungry enough, even if it is out of a bottle. He is eating some solids now too, so hopefully that will help. I just worry about him being confused and sad. Poor little shnookies.
That is my main concern right now. I probably should be more nervous about all of this, but I am really happy to be on my way to running half-marathons; I have no desire to run a full. I'll leave those to the tall and lean. But basketball and tennis all summer, here I come!
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