I am too tired and too raw tonight to craft a pithy, wisdom-filled essay. I apologize; tonight you get the uncensored version of Niksmom.
Niks’ surgery is tomorrow morning; I am told he is scheduled for the OR at 11:40 a.m. (Eastern). It’s supposed to be a “no big deal” kind of surgery —another set of ear tubes in, adenoids out. Yet, in the aftermath of the sudden and tragic death of Vicki Forman’s son, Evan Kamida, I admit that I have some slight apprehension.
And, to add to my anxiety, Niksdad was in a car accident on his way to the gym this evening! He’s fine but his car is not; it’s got damage on both the front and rear ends as he was sandwiched between two little Toyotas; thank goodness it wasn’t something larger and heavier! Oddly enough, my sister was in a minor accident just this morning!
Toss in worries about all my friends who were in SoCal today for Evan’s memorial service when a 5.4 magnitude earthquake hit.
Tired, stressed. Raw. I’m going to bed before I get
Prayers and good wishes would be most appreciated tomorrow for Nik’s surgery.