Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Waiting

Its about a quarter to eight.  In three hours, we leave for the surgeon's office to find out what's going to happen, and when. I know he's not going to say oh, that's nothing, leave it alone, it'll get better.  After all, she had pains strong enough to make her call home in a bit of a panic. When I stand, it hurts my chest. So yeah, he's going to say something about yeah, we need to fix that.  No free pass.

But I wish....

2 comments:

Tabor said...

Don't worry until you have something specific to worry about...

Cerulean Bill said...

Congenital diaphragmatic hernia sounds enough for me. Along with words like surgeon and laparascopic....