26 Months: In Sickness and...Well...Just Sickness

Yesterday was our 26 monthiversary. It was also the day I met with the doctor about getting scheduled for the old gallbladder eviction.

I was kind of grateful for this appointment on this day, because the route to work wasn't going to be pretty, between our icy roads and Fort Wayne's snowy roads, so the chance to sleep in an hour or so and be chauffeured around wasn't so awful.

We got up and got ready, and at 8:01 on the dot, Ryan was on the phone with all the offices that had been closed over the weekend, trying to get some answers on where we could have this surgery done. {Living in a town an hour from your work has disadvantages across the board, we've learned.} He's so good at this kind of thing, because he has experience in the health care field.

We learned that apparently the weather prevented some of the fine office folk from being in on time themselves, so we still didn't have answers by the time we needed to leave to meet with the doctor.

And before we left...I insisted that we take our monthiversary picture, just in case I ended up in the hospital. This is a much better background:

 And then...we had to go. 

I only had a small meltdown on the way to the doctor. Just a small one. I wasn't prepared to have the surgery the same day, and I figured something like that would be likely to happen to me, so I was trying to mentally prepare. {This was probably NOT helped by the fact that I spent all day Sunday trying to complete our scrapbooks so if the surgery went wrong, at least Ryan wouldn't forget our anniversary and the month of January. This is my version of getting my affairs in order.}

When we got to the doctor's office, Ryan hopped right up on the table...

Oh wait. He's not the patient! I am!!! HELP ME!!!!

A little pre-consult fun:

The doctor came in and talked to us about all the good stuff. He asked about the foods I ate, and I fessed up to all the pizza and Culver's burgers. He asked if I'd lost weight in the last several years, and I told him about five years ago. He pondered whether or not that could have been related to the gallbladder. I told him I was pretty sure it was because of love life drama. {Poor doctor. He had no idea what he was getting into with me.} He asked if I was pregnant. Uhhhhh no.

He left to order the surgery, and Ryan took back over again:

My thoughts:

In the end, we found out I can't have the surgery until NEXT Tuesday, which is not quite what we hoped for, but Ryan reminded me of the devo I read him that morning about God's timing being perfect. {I read this devo to him when he was frustrated with the NON timely responses of the insurance offices. I did not anticipate having it so quickly turned around on me. HA!!!}

So we're trusting that this is the right day for the surgery, and if I end up in bad shape prior to that, I am to report to the hospital pronto for emergency surgery.

We went out for a monthiversary lunch at McAlisters:

 And then we came home and took a nap. I was exhausted from all the drama!! We took it easy the rest of the day, as is the order from now until post-op, and I'm thankful that in the middle of all the mess, I got to spend my monthiversary with my man. Thankful for his constant entertainment, for his prayers, and for his love.

Here's to a healthier month, Baby!!!