What would you do?

 The upcoming surgery date seemed like it would never arrive. Remember, I don't wait well. I had spent the last few days thinking of and writing down various passwords and how-to guides for my family. Not to boast or sound mean, but when it comes to understanding technology, they could all be boomers!  I ended up with about 5 pages of info. Step one: unlock my phone and save your face! I said it jokingly, but in reality, they would all lose if that step is skipped. We have the (large) family iCloud plan. It is all tied to my apple id and credit card. That holds all of their photos, contacts, and well...think of what all is on your phone. Step two: Either change the apple id or keep it and change the card info. I tend to be very detailed, so I am sure by page 5 they wouldn't care what got missed. Someone asked me who would be the most responsible to handle that. My response was Samantha, BUT Josh is the one who  understands all of the technology required to send transcripts, pay bills, update billing info, etc. 

Ok, after planning for the worst, what would you do? Well, I went and got a fancy pedicure. I even took pictures to prove it...or remind myself of things that make me feel good. 



It was Christmas themed and even had a few Christmas-y candles...not that you could actually smell them. It was nice though. I went into this knowing that it could be a very long time before I could treat myself to one of these again.  I told my family that I was either going to have the prettiest toes in the hospital or the prettiest toes in the morgue. They did not appreciate my attempt at humor. 


I did thoroughly enjoy the massage chair AND the 18 minute leg/foot massage. I can say that I don't really care about the paint (maybe just a little), I am really there for the massage. This special Christmas massage even included steam and a warm neck pillow. 

Had to include the image of the steam and massage. I am secretly hoping I can recreate in my mind how it felt and maybe feel it again right now. 

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