20,775 Days and Counting

This morning I woke and for some reason I wondered, how many days have I been on this planet?


I know some of you have wondered which planet I came from, to be honest some days I'm not sure. You can always ask my sister Linda, I'm pretty sure she'll know.



To answer the original question of the day I pulled out my calculator. Yes I do have a calculator and it revealed to me that I am 20,775 days old today. It's not my birthday, on my birthday I plan to be 20,805 days old. That's a lot of days, I haven't figured out how many hours yet. I am not that ambitious, besides that may be too tiring and possibly a bit depressing. Depressing especially if you subtract the number of hours spent watching TV or worse the amount of time lost being forced to wait through commercials. Enough said.

Tomorrow is the next phase of my journey. Tomorrow I will wake up in the Quality Inn at about 5am, scrub myself down with a special sponge and head off to the hospital to get my heart tuned up and regulated. I would be a fool if I wasn't a bit nervous. That doesn't mean I am not calm on the outside I am. On the inside, I'm just as nervous as last year when they cracked me open. The best part is I won't be splayed open for six hours this should be a walk in the park. The surgery should take between 1 & 3 hours.

Thanks everyone for your support over the past year while this story has been played out. I look forward to blogging about my latest adventure in a couple of days. In the meantime Merete will probably post tomorrow after she has some news to tell you.

A special Thanks to Janna & Travis who will be coming over to help Merete worry and help me through this. A big hug to Brie who just called me from Geneva to wish me well and catch up on the latest mountain adventures.

Cheers!