Tomorrow my beloved (for some reason, I can’t stand the phrase “my fiance,” although that’s what he is) is having a semi-serious surgery involving a couple of very evil wisdom teeth, an infection and lots of blood.

I took off work at his request—although I was going to do it anyway—so that I can be by his side beforehand and during the aftermath. He’s going to be laid up for quite a few days, so I’m going to have lots of his favorite DVDs, milkshake flavors (Oreo and vanilla) and video games at the ready.

I’m worried because he’s nervous…he’s never been under general anesthesia before, and for those who haven’t, it’s quite worrisome the first time. He keeps asking me what it’s like, if it hurts afterwards, will there be much blood, etc.

I told him he’s going to be so drugged on Percocet that none of that will really matter much. Lucky boy.