My workday is over, all my paperwork done. Trying to chill out and relax.
I hate surgery. I hate being cut open. And I really hate the pain afterwards.
My youngest daughter is spending the night with a friend tonight. As she was leaving she came and gave me a hug and a kiss and said “I hope you don’t die in surgery tomorrow”.
Me too, babe. Me too.
A Journey to Me... 