Forty-one pound mystery

I'm having parathyroid surgery on Tuesday. It kind of crept up on me; I wanted to have it three weeks ago, and when that fell through, I sort of mentally filed it in the "things that aren't going to happen for ages" section of my mind. But three weeks isn't really ages, and now here we are, at my last weekend of a smooth, unscarred neck.

I'm not particularly nervous about it; it's a minor surgery, and not too painful, and may or may not even require an overnight stay in the hospital. I'm not thrilled about the idea of having a scar, as is well documented on this blog, but I know that in the grand scheme of things, it's no big deal. Obviously, all surgery comes with a risk, but I'm young and healthy and I'm not worried.

I am a little weirded out by the idea of general anesthesia, though--the idea that you're there, wide awake, and then BAM--you're asleep, just like that, and there's nothing you can do about it. It feels vulnerable, I suppose, and I want to know what it will feel like, and whether the sleep it causes is refreshing like normal sleep.

I'm also intrigued to find out whether hospitals offer healthy food options. I've never stayed in the hospital before, but I've seen the menus they offer when people I know have stayed in hospitals, and they never looked healthy at all. It seems incongruous at the least, to be at a place where the focus is on health, offering all sorts of oily, unhealthy options. But I never looked at the menus that closely, so we will see. I'll make sure to report back.

Anyway, so, I'm not nervous, but I will be laid up for at least a day or two next week, so I'm taking this weekend to celebrate my last days of freedom. Okay, not really, but we do have plans that are delightful to us if nobody else: they involve lots of playing Wii (because we really did get ours! And UPS says it will be delivered this evening), going to see Wall-E, and picking out wedding rings. Fun AND practical, no? Unfortunately the weather is supposed to be in the nineties and muggy, so outdoor activities are pretty much off the list. But hey, we have Wii Sports to entertain us! It'll be just like communing with nature!

One thing that I DO want to know about in regards to the Wii? The UPS tracker claims that we've been shipped two boxes. One weighs eight pounds, which is about what the Wii weighs. But the other? According to UPS, it weighs 41 pounds.

I have to say, I'm at a loss to imagine what could possibly be in that box. Torsten suggests that perhaps we are getting a free washing machine as a congratulatory gift for buying the very last available Wii. I am of the opinion that we were accidentally shipped a flat-screen plasma TV. And if it's the latter, WE ARE SO KEEPING IT. Come on--wouldn't you?