Ugh, I’m awake-barely. The only thing good about driving at this time of day is the dearth of fellow drivers.
I just got registered up on the fourth floor. This is the floor where Little Throcky will meet his demise and, I can’t wait.
The medication cocktail in my stomach is making me nauseous, combined with the stress it’s all giving me heartburn.
I had to bring my CPAP machine in case I get the general anesthesia. I hope I’m getting an epidural, like I got with my knee surgery.
There are 13 of us waiting in this small area. I’m assuming about 50% of us are drivers/seeing eye people. Rose and I need coffee infusions.
The lady checking everyone in, Jodi (not her actual name), was super nice and very cheerful. I can only imagine how early she had to get up.
When I get called Rose gets to come sit with me until I get called to the actual procedure. Then I have to relinquish all my belongings, including my phone. Whaaa!
I just got called. Later.
I’m wearing the stunning lavender gown. Oh boy.