Tomorrow, I mean later today, my mom has knee surgery. Its the same knee surgery that my dad had last year and my grandma had before that... an no I dont THINK its genetic, but if it is, then I am up a creek with no paddle.
Anyway, tomorrow is another trip to the hospital. Another time to wait. To watch the morning news shows and to be the stability for the parent who ISNT under the knife.
Thats what I pride myself in being- my parents' rock. Whenever we have to go to the hospital for whatever reason- a heart issue, a knee surgery, a uterine surgery, the birth of children, grandma has fallen, I do my best to be the rock. Thats not saying that I dont need support from others, because honestly sometimes it would be really nice, however, my role in this family is to make sure everyone keeps it together- and that might be a self-appointed role.
There is one exception to that rule- when no one is around. If I am the only person at the hospital waiting for the news, then, then I fall completely apart.
Hospitals dont scare me, they dont make me nervous, they just dont have any negative effect on me at all.
To me a hospital is just another building.
I dont know why I'm so comfortable in a hospital- we didnt become familiar until I was 11. But my dad had his heart attack when I was eleven and over the last 12 years he's been in and out, at first it was heart attack scares, then it was the SVT, but dads last hospital trip was his knee surgery last year. Mom has been healthier, shes only had the uterine surgery May 2010 and then the knee surgery tomorrow. My dad's mom was in the hospital a few times in the year leading up to her death. As for me, I've never been in the hospital- maybe thats why we get along so well.
Anyway, moral of the story is that tomorrow is another hospital adventure.
Side note: Talked to a certain special person tonight, and I will be going to bed a happy person. :)
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