Tomorrow’s the day. The hospital called this morning to confirm my arrival time — 6:20am, as well as to rattle off the list of things not to wear. Deodorant was one of them. Deodorant? What’s wrong with deodorant? In any case, I apply it at night, so pfft to that. I’m wearing deodorant. And I’m keeping my nose stud in until the last minute. Ditto for my contacts and wedding band and engagement ring.
I’m so hungry that just about anything sounds mouthwateringly delicious right now. I’ve been doing shakes for several days, which while not that bad are also not that good! As of this morning I switched to water and broth — chicken soup broth for breakfast and beef soup broth for dinner, with loads of water in between. Hunger pains suck, especially when there’s water roiling around in your stomach while the pains are happening.
Anyway, when I blog again I’ll hopefully be out of surgery. Wish me luck!
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