Passing the Time

Tomorrow morning I take The Smoodge in for surgery. She's not even 20 months old, and she's going to have her gall bladder removed. As well as the stones it's encasing. So now I've got to spend the next 13.5 hours trying to stay busy, because if I stop for a second and think about what is about to happen, I may very well freak out.

And you won't like me when I freak out. *sigh

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Catkins said…
Oh honey. I'm so sorry! I had no idea. Please call me if you need anything!

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