Only 3 more hours before I go to the hospital. I have to admit I am getting extremely nervous, just a little short of being totally freaked out. It’s disconcerting to know I’ll be wearing a sling for the next month or so, and that the coming week will be exceptionally unenjoyable. Also, the doctor tells me the operation is unsuccessful in about 5 out of of every 100 cases. Will I be one of the lucky five?
I am taking a stack of books with me but that may be unrealistic. I think with all the drugs I’ll probably just want to gape at the television all day. I have to stay there for three nights, maybe longer depending on how I feel. It’s hard for me to think about anything else, so pardon me for whining about it.
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