Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day.
Samuel Butler
Today my husband and I had more hospital preparations to do. He had to be typed and cross-matched for one more unit of blood for his surgery Wednesday. We were to attend a little education class for patients who are to receive total joint replacements. He didn't want to go, thinking, of course, that it was unnecessary. I said that I would go alone because I have been retired from the hospital for thirteen years and I wanted to make myself aware of any changes instituted since my departure. A few things have changed. The technology has improved some but basically everthing is the same.
Well, I declare, in walks my husband, espousing how he will be ready to go home the next day (he really is superman, you know) and that, for him all exceptions will apply to all rules. I hope for him that I am completely surprised and his recovery will be as miraculous as he has foretold. I really hope that I will seem like an embecile because the alternative is a cranky, demanding, old cuss. He has no patience with slow convalecense and total shoulder joint replacements are renown for slow recovery. But I keep forgetting that he is a man and real men don't have pain. Silly me...
I will be praying oftener, which is a good thing anyway.
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