Today is the day.
Well, not surgery day. But today is the day I start my liquid fast/diet for the surgery. My flight for DFW leaves tonight at 6PM.

Scared? You bet. But I would be foolish to not be a little nervous. On the whole, I am doing OK. I feel like I am stepping out onto this new road that I’ve never been down before. I think that alot of my twitchy-ness is coming from uncertainty of that road. I can see that the road has some rocks and twisty-turns in it.

For those of you that are keeping up with all of this – and who want to get into contact with me; I will be in Methodist Hospital in Dallas. Surgery is in the AM on Friday morning. I should be in a room by that afternoon. Feel free to come by (if you’re local and/or in the area), call or to send flowers or money. 😉

Oh, yeah! I am putting together a list of folks who want to be notified of “she’s outta surgery and headed to her room”. Do you want to be on this list? Then either post here (with your preferred phone number) or email it to me, if you prefer it to be private. My email address is triplemare@yahoo.com

Thanks for all the good thoughts, people. I appreciate them.

Do Virgins Taste Better?
A Cliche Revisted

A dragon has come to our village today
We’ve asked him to leave, but he won’t go away
Now he’s met with our king and they’ve worked out a deal
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch
No we’ve no other choice, so the deal we’ll respect
But we can’t help but wonder, and pause to reflect…

(music pauses)
“hmmm….”
“hmmm….Dragons.”
“And virgins.”
“Ohohoh, right and virgins.”
“Dragons. Virgins. The physics alone just boggles the mind.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, just kidding!”

(music resumes, faster tempo)
Doooo virgins taste better than those who are not
Are they saltier, sweeter or more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly or gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we’d like to be shed you and many have tried
But no one can get through your thick, scaly hide
We hope that someday some brave knight will come by
Cause we can’t wait around until you’re too fat to fly

Now you have such good taste in your women, for sure
They always are pretty. They always are pure.
But your notion of dining it makes us all flinch
As your favorite entree is barbequed wench.
(“Mine too!!”)

(faster tempo)
Doooo virgins taste better than those who are not
Are they saltier, sweeter or more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly or gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we’ve found a solution, it works out so neat
Since you insist on nothing but virgins to eat
No more will our number ever grow smaallll (tempo decreases)
We’ll simply make sure…
There’s no virgins at aallllll.

(tempo increases)
Doooo virgins taste better than those who are not
Are they saltier, sweeter or more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly or gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I’m misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs my and I know my place.
But I’m fighting extinction with all of my race.

Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.

Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.

Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I’m really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I’m sure you’ll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me

As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I’m really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.

Now, the number of babies a woman can bare
Has limits. That’s why my prunings done there.
And an orphan’s a sad sight and so when I much.
I’m careful to eat only virgins for lunch

Boss, Boss! De plan! De plan!

Yeah, ok. That was bad. But it was fun!

At any rate, the plan in toto for next week stands thusly. Ready?

This weekend J is supposed to head off to the Farm (where the G-‘rents live) and pick up one of their recliners. This is so that I will have a place to sleep that won’t cause me to go, “zzzZZ-OUCH! Goddamnit!”
I have insomnia probs as is. I *don’t* need any more, thankyouverymuch.

Wednesday night : leave the Girlie with a friend to watch her while J drives me up to DFW and drops me off. He will then immediately turn around and come right back home to Austin.

Thursday : J and the Girlie have a normal (if Mommy-less) day/night. I will go to my pre-op appointment and hang out at the ‘rents house.
J gets to go the Parent’s Orientation meeting at the Girl’s school. I hope he takes notes. I will be doing right nasty things with something called Bowel Prep. I shudder to think what that might entail.

Friday : J & the Girlie have a normal morning/day. When J picks her up from school he will then wait a bit until MIL picks her up for the weekend. Theywill get to go the Welcome to School Dance Friday night. J will be heading back to DFW as soon as he hands over our kidlet to MIL.
Meanwhile, that morning (or the wee hours of the night depending on your POV) I will be heading into the hospital for my surgery. Surgery, as I’ve said, is scheduled for the morning. I’m pretty sure my Dad will be in the hospital for when I wake up in the recovery room. Maybe my Mom if she can get some time off from her new job (read: not likely).
J arrives somewhere in the evening. Maybe the night shift nurses are nice enough to let him come see me.

Saturday Ouch. Squeeze the morphine button. Ouch. Squeeze the morphine button. You want me to walk? Fine. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Sunday Lemme outta here! Our hope is that I will be released back into the wilds Sunday afternoon. J will then drive me home, slowly. Get me home and comfy and then go pick up the Summerkins.

He has taken the week following my surgery off. So I should be fine.

EDIT:My Mom is flying me up to DFW to save John that horrendous drive. Yay, MOM!