Nervous Nellie

*I* am not the one who's nervous. I am fearless Freddie! But Mom is pacing the floor and twisting her hair into little knots. All because I am having surgery tomorrow to remove my bladder stone and clean out my sludge. I will spend the day in a blissful drug-induced stupor, while Mom chews her fingernails down to the bone and stress-eats a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Maybe even two pints. (She's done it before...)