Walking On Broken Glass

I think I took Annie Lennox's song Walking On Broken Glass a little too literally last week.  I broke a glass in my kitchen like 2 months ago and I was walking barefoot in there a week ago.  I stepped on a piece of broken glass that I must have missed while cleaning it up.  A small piece of glass broke off from the larger piece and has lodged itself deep in my foot.  So tomorrow morning I'm having minor surgery to have it removed.  I'm such an idiot and now wear slippers with rubber souls around the apartment.  It's very painful and I'm not thrilled about being in more pain while the surgical wounds heal.  How does one manage with stitches on the bottom of one's foot?

The surgery is early in the morning.  Well, early for me.  I have to be there at 8:15.  8:15 AM in Kenmore Square in Boston.  Thank goodness it's not during a baseball game.  The World Series comes back to Boston and an afternoon surgery might be very difficult to get out of.  I do have to deal with rush hour.  I drop my husband off at his new job at 7am, so I'll probably be there early.  Fortunately I don't have to rush or worry about oversleeping.  I just have to rush to get my husband to work on time.  I'm not looking forward to having to get up at 5:45am again.  But do it I will because I love my husband.

Speaking of which, it's our anniversary in two days.  Three years to the day of when I married the best man for me.  I love him so much that even though we're in a big financial hole I'm still a happy person.  Though the long hours with him away totally sucks.  His work hours are ten hours long.  Then he goes to school for another 5 hours.  In total he's gone from 6:30am to 11pm.  He does get Wednesdays and Sundays off from his full time job but he still works Sundays during the day at the auto parts store.  Ugh.  There's not a single day he has completely off from work and school. 

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?  We'll just see about that.  I'm selfish.  I want to see him more.  Now I know how my brother and sister in law feel working different shifts for Starbucks.  They only get to spend a few waking hours a day together.  I guess that's how we'll be.