Mommy went in for outpatient surgery today, which slightly misaligned with her expectations. She kind of figured it would be like having a mole removed. Classic case of texting and sending work emails while the doctor is explaining the technical details of the procedure during your pre-op appointment. Mommy thought they had the wrong chart when the nurse brought her into pre-op and told her to take all her clothes off. “But it’s on my wrist!?!?”
A couple hours later and Daddy was able to see her in the PACU. “How did this happen?”....drugs. Good thing there is plenty of cuteness at home to make Mommy feel better about her bum-hand.