Plans? What plans?

"Remember that time when you had a plan and then it changed on a dime? Our plans, mine & Gene Wood's, have been like that for the last 42 days. Six weeks ago this morning he went into the hospital for what was to be a routine surgery and be discharged the next day. Yet, here we are 6 weeks later, still in the hospital. The latest: he became dizzy, nauseated and started throwing up last evening. Since this is the (at least) 2nd bout of this during his stay, the doctor ordered an MRI. Also, since he has to have his MRI with general anesthesia, I was called to come to the hospital this morning at 9ish. At about 1:30 this afternoon the nurse came in to say that the MRI would be on Wednesday, they just couldn't get to him today. So, while (in my mind) I should be going to bed tonight all giddy because my man gets to come home tomorrow (that was the plan, after all). Instead, I'm going to bed "assuming" that he will have an MRI tomorrow (still don't know what time) and that pending the results, will come home Thursday. At least that's the plan i'm hoping for. Not banking on. Because as we know, plans can change on a dime!"