I can't sleep. I keep thinking of my little boy going into surgery tomorrow. I keep getting told it's a routine procedure. I just want to punch someone. I don't care if it's routine. That hernia surgery is no big deal. This is my boy we are talking about. My light, my hope. I feel like I can't breathe and my stomach is churning. This has been the most fucked up week. The amazing thing is how brave and optimistic he is about this. He just can't wait to get home tomorrow and be out of school for a week. JFC! I thought about taking a vicodin but I hate the way it makes me feel. And I've barely eaten because I feel like I'm going to puke. I just wish it was over. More though I wish he didn't have to go through it. I would gladly be in his place. Sorry guys I just needed to get it out.