I just took the god-aweful phospho-soda. Did I ever mention I have a really, really bad gag reflex? (So bad that I gag the entire time I’m at the dentist – which, coincidentally, is the reason I hate going to the dentist.) I am working really really hard to keep all of it down and not throw it right back up.

So this evening should be fun eh?

Of course in my twisted mind I’m thinking about the possibility that something could turn my minor surgery into a more major one, requiring a stay at the hospital. (She said there is always that possibility – doubt it’s a very large one though.) So I told Den that if that happens I want him to go home and get my laptop. He said there he is not driving all the way home just to get my laptop. So it’s coming with us… just in case. I mean, even if the hospital doesn’t have wireless, I’ll still have the actual laptop.