I'm referring to three pair of the world's largest white cotton underpants I bought today. Size 9. They will go nicely with the sweatshorts, to accompany the two pair of sweatpants I got during the week. I am told that these will be necessary post-op, as my stomach muscles will be cut and I'll not only have no tone, I'll have a sensitive incision.
Ah, how glorious!
And, instead of having months to get ready for my oldest friend's November visit, I now have days, since she is sure I'll need her with me after surgery. I am particularly worried about her being here those days when I'm in the hospital. I like to think she'll go to the movies or something,but what if she's just sitting around here, in this horribly messy apartment?
Not happy about that. I have lots of work to do!
I can so relate to this. And I hate that you have to worry about the decluttering when you are focused on your health.
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