Think back 11 years ago to December 31, 1999 and how everyone was stockpiling things in anticipation of the world coming to a halt as we knew it because computers around the world would crash, wreaking havoc upon all civilization… My shopping cart at Kroger this morning looked a bit like that of one of those panicky Y2K-ers.
I stocked up on all of the essentials in anticipation of my being housebound for two to three weeks. All of the items were nonperishable (paper towels, Kleenex, laundry detergent, etc.) or canned goods. I’ll hold off on buying fresh foods till Monday morning. Now, if I need someone to run to the grocery store for me, it will only be for a few fresh things—loaf of bread, bunch of bananas, etc.
About 4:00 PM yesterday afternoon, I called Dr. Cincy’s office to confirm the surgery preps one last time, and I asked if Dr. Cincy could call me at his convenience sometime between then and when he stuck a knife in me next week. The last time we talked, I felt as though we left the lymph node removal discussion open, so I wanted to make sure that he and I were on the same page (remove them).
At 9:00 AM this morning, my home phone rang and it was Dr. Cincy calling from his home to answer my questions and review what was going to be done during the operation. Yes, I selected the right surgeon.
We had remarkably warm weather here today—in the mid 60’s!! On New Year’s Eve!
I cleaned the salt and dirt out of the garage from the snow that melted off my vehicles, and I ran one of them through the car wash. Of course, an hour later, it’s getting rained on. Oh well. At least all the salt and road grime are off it.
I decided to make a dry run to the hospital this afternoon just to be sure that I knew the tricks of how to get there, much like an expectant father rehearses before the delivery. Don’t expect a birth announcement, however… “Dan delivered a 45g tumor at 3:45 PM…”
Finally, it will be a quiet New Year’s Eve here, and that’s the norm for me. I’m not much of a reveler when it comes to ringing in a New Year. Turn on the television about 5 minutes before the big moment, watch the ball drop in Times Square, and call it a night. Woo-hoo! 🙂
I wish everyone a happy, healthy, and prosperous 2011!
Happy New Year!