Hospitals are like Scrubs, right?
Also, I really do like toast.
It's supposed to be a 3 hour surgery. Fella and I tried to convince the doctor that a little superglue would suffice, but he wouldn't buy it. Maybe we should suggest welding next time? I've already come up with all the normal ways to kill time....wheel chair racing, keg stands in the cafeteria, water balloons off the roof.....but they just don't hold as much joy without my partner in crime. So for now, I wait.
I love Scrubs. No, really.
On the up side, scrub pants, compression stockings*, and a gown are an extremely flattering and sexy look. Said no one ever. On the down side, you have to miss out on a laugh because I've been told that if I post that picture, I will be single. Sorry ladies!
Any positive vibes, prayers, or ceremonial dances of healing that you have to spare would be greatly appreciated.
*Another you know you're a runner when moment. When compression socks are not strange and you tell your SO that you have a few pairs and wear them. Voluntarily.