one hour left

The nurse just called again.  Things are going beautifully, and Dr. Sidman is well pleased with how it is all progressing.

That means we are, too. 

Jim and I have been reading online medical journals detailing the procedure.  I understand generally what they are saying, while he is of course grasping the intricacies of the papers and translating them for me.  

Now, picture my legs getting rubbery.  

As in, "all was well until Sara fainted on the waiting room floor".  Okay, I didn't faint, but it made me feel terrible.

So now that we have a vague understanding of all the flaps that will be created and joined together, we are moving right along to Scrabble.  Which Jim will soundly beat me.  I'm already complaining about my letters...doesn't this sound fun?! 

Oh...I've been rebuked.  I can't type anything else until I've played a word.  Here are my letters: n c b e u e a .  Any suggestions? :)