It is 3:17 am. I can’t sleep. CSP is at work. Poor guy has to work all night then come home and drive me to surgery. We have to be at the surgical joint at 7 for my 9am surgery. I don’t know why it never really clicked in my head that I would be practically immobile for at least a couple days. I’ve accepted a purse party invitation for Saturday night and even coordinated a ride since I can’t drive. I need a Spring bag and come hell, high water, or surgery, my accessories will not suffer!I’ve lost my mind. I have a feeling that at 6pm Saturday, instead of perusing adorable bags I will be knocked out and doped up on my sofa with my swollen knee under a pound of ice. Hmmm maybe I can get a girl friend to snap some pictures of the bags for me and email them over. Perhaps instead of brainstorming bag buying strategies I should go shave my legs and paint my toes. I don’t want my doctor to have to hack through the growth to get to my knee. And I should probably pick out a pair of cute panties. Who knows what they talk about while you’re under anesthesia!