Well, today’s the day. I didn’t prepared for it very well. Oh, I have MSB set up with a duck gumbo so I won’t have to cook for a while if I don’t want to. The house is clean (can you believe that?!) and the laundry done. That’s not the preparation I’m talking about.
I ate lunch around two yesterday, so I wasn’t hungry around my usual supper time and didn’t eat. How dumb can a gal get? “Nothing to eat or drink after midnight,” the instructions say. So I’m awake and hungry, and worse–can’t have my coffee!
My other worry is that I didn’t drink enough water yesterday and my veins seem to have gone into hiding. What part of “IV Needle” did I not understand yesterday when I was taking care of everything but me? I’m a needle-wimp from way back. Since I’ll be asleep for everything but getting the IV in, that’s my biggest fear today. Which, when you think about it, isn’t all that big.
If I’d had a lick of sense, I would’ve slept in—well, actually, I kinda did. I slept til 4:30, which is roughly an hour and a half later than when I’ve been waking up lately. But the surgery isn’t until 9:00. Now it’s six, and I still have three hours of coffee craving and stomach growling to go.
Actually, though, I’m pretty psyched and ready for this, and totally buoyed by the love and prayers my friends have offered the past few days. The power of prayer is amazing. Even if you brought me before the throne only for the length of time it took you to type “praying” in a comment, you’ve been part of a group that has kept me in God’s mind and part of the reason I feel His peace.