February 1, 2024
We are back in Atlanta today for pre-op. I spent last night packing bags and unpacking bags not knowing what to bring. I used different bags for his things he would need in the hospital room. Things I would need to stay with me all of the time. Things that would stay at the hotel room. Things that will stay in the car. And still ended up having to rearrange things a few times as if by having everything organized and perfectly arranged would somehow make all of this better. We got through Admissions but not before the admission guy asked David’s thoughts on the Falcons. GEESHH! We were released around 5:15 pm. And anyone who knows the ATL knows that is the ideal time to take a relaxing meander over to the Interstate 75 parking lot. So, we spent a little time exploring the hospital and looking at the interesting displays of 100+ years of Piedmont Atlanta memorabilia. Fun fact: It started in 1905 as a sanatorium with 10 beds. We headed up to the hotel and got checked in. David wasn’t very hungry and decided to just grab some soup for dinner. We picked it up and ate in the room. David met a guy in the parking lot at the hotel who commented on his beard. He also had a sizable beard although not quite as lavish as David’s mostly sodium and king of spices mane. They chatted about beard grooming and other things beardy while I busied around with my well-organized compartment storage system feeling quite accomplished and proud of myself. Then when I got all the way up to the 6th floor, I remembered something he needed that was in his well-organized hospital bag that was to stay in the car until hospital time fun times. So down I went through the maze of linemen and construction guys hanging out downstairs until bedtime. I got back to the room and started to unpack the dinner when David said, “where are my shorts”. So, shoes back on, I headed to the elevator and down to the expertly organized luggage system. Back to the room for dinner which was now cold at this point. Then we noticed the room did not have a microwave. It was supposed to but ok moving on. Weren’t going downstairs to heat it up so we had a good ‘ol southern cold plate. My 653 mile trek to the parking lot aside, we had a nice little evening not really able to focus on whatever was on. I think it was something on Food Network like 1000 episodes of Triple D or beat someone at cooking but it was hard to focus when I am just feeling those pre surgery emotions. The unknown, unpredictable situations are just the worst. Just trying to keep good vibes and thoughts flowing. Throwing the bed covers back, it was at this time that I realized my contact case was…. down in the well organized tomorrow’s hospital bag patiently waiting for its morning trip to the big city. By now, the working guys are giving me head nods like this poor pathetic moron obviously cannot afford luggage. Back inside, contact out, ready for nite nite. I lay there thinking of starting a new business organizing people’s trip luggage and I think there is a market for it.