We are back in Salt Lake from 4 days in Torrey. In two or three hours I am in for surgery. Kirsten has the coffee going and it smells great but that is as far as that can go. No food or drink, even water presumably, after midnight the night before. We are to check in at LDS at 7:30 A.M., north entrance. Bring loose clothing, no valuable, living will. Check, check, check. The call forwarding from the home phone worked just like it is supposed to. The call from the hospital yesterday rang K's cell yesterday afternoon around 2:30 pm while we were just emerging back into cell service on our way back from Torrey. The nurse was letting us know what time I had been scheduled. I thanked her for the decent 7:30 time. She laughed, "Not too early, not too late!"
Last night K and I went up to Dan's (the grocery store) and got some Coumadin, a blood thinner I was instructed to take with dinner. Other than that, this seems too easy. Just bring a picture id, insurance card and my hip, they will do the rest. I am strangely not anxious. A little excited, but not anxious. In fact, I slept better than Kirsten last night. I told her that I realized I was glad this was me going in for surgery and not her or one of the kids. It's a lot easier, a lot, to have to only worry about oneself.
Brian called last night and left a nice message about Tom Watson almost winning the British Open at 59 going on 60. Last year he had a hip replacement! Yeah baby!
Next entry maybe Wednesday some time. And I'll already be back from the hospital.
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