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I’ve been searching for an etiquette book that addresses the age-old post-surgery quandary: How to be gracious when you’re doped up.

Is that even possible?

I’m guessing it’s going to be a delicate dance when I’m recovering from my hysterectomy.

With the surgery less than two weeks away, the majority of my “To Do” list is crossed off. Now, quite a few friends and family members have been asking what they can do.

Being the self-reliant woman I am, my first instinct is that I don’t need any assistance at all. But the reality is that I probably won’t be moving much the first week after I get home from the hospital.

So how can you help out? Aside from wiping the drool from my chin, here are a few ideas:

  • Visit. But ring me first. Or sign up for a time to come over. I know it sounds funny to schedule a chatfest, but I’m going to need time to amp up to the occasion. And don’t be offended if I don’t last long.
  • Bring food. Make no mistake, Matt is the master chef in our home. But for at least the first week I am home, he might be too busy caring for me to worry about roasting brussel sprouts. Plus, the second week he goes back to work and I’ll be on my own. If you think you can bring some grub, sign up for a day on the helper list. I’ll slip you some cash for your troubles.
  • Call me maybe, but definitely before you show up. I’d love to hear from you. But most likely I’ll be sleeping. Still, give it a go. And if I don’t pick up, leave a message. Or send me a text/email. I promise to get back with you once I’m feeling up to the task.

Some people have asked what they can bring. My “fun stuff” wish list is simple: chocolate and gossip magazines. The trashier the better. And if they have insider information on any of the “Housewives,” you get major points. Or as Nene would say, “Bloop!”

My life’s about to change. In a big way.

But with friends and family like you at my side, somehow it doesn’t seem so scary.

Thanks for that.