Thursday, December 28, 2006
Whew. Okay. The counter says 12 more hours, but I have to be at the hospital in 10. I've not been very nervous about the whole thing. Afterall, it's in God's hands. For me that's a huge comfort and something that I believed wholeheartedly and got me through a hard year last year. But I have to admit that the closer it gets the more anxious I'm getting.
As those of you who have been with me since my diagnosis know, the night before my mastectomy I had a couple glasses of wine to help me relax. Only after did I read in my information packet that I was to have NO ALCOHOL 24 hours prior to surgery. So I downed 40 ounces of water in about 20 minutes and spent the whole night peeing - not relaxing in the least! Won't be making that mistake again tonight.
And I have to wonder what ridiculous thing I'm going to say to the medical personal tomorrow. Will I be singing I Wanna Be Sedated
as they wheel me off to surgery? Or will I tell the recovery nurse that I think I might like to be called Roxanne? I don't suppose it could be as bad as when I had my appendix removed and I told the operating room staff my mother would be mortified if she knew I had on holey underwear. The last thing I remember is fading laughter while the room darkened.
I still have to pack so I'd best be about that business. I'm going to have Todd or maybe Terri respond to this post after the surgery when the opportunity presents itself. Thank you all for your well wishes and prayers. It's more of a comfort than I could possibly express.
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7:14 PM ::
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