I've been through the pre op counseling.
I've had my blood drawn AGAIN.
I've peed in a cup AGAIN (though I find it laughable that they even bother testing for pregnancy - last I checked, immaculate conception hasn't happened for I-Don't-Know-How-Many years).
I've signed the paperwork.
I even have a nifty little orange plastic bracelet on my arm coded to the blood bag I might need for a transfusion.
I watched them put the "Allergy Alert" sticker on my chart.
They've slotted me for about 3 hours on Monday afternoon at the hospital. Assuming all goes as planned, I can go home that night.
Clydas is taken care of by my a friend of mine who is down on his luck and is staying with me for a while. (SO grateful for that peace of mind.)
Now all that's left to do is a clear liquid diet tomorrow, something they call "bowel prep" (which means drinking some nasty solution until your colon runs clear - ew!), and check-in.
Oh yeah, and sleep is somewhere in there.
So down to the hourly count down.
I've yet to really sit down and cry about all this. I'll admit to having my tearful moments where I've wanted to give in to the fear of the "What-if-it's-Cancer" and all that. But I know that none of that will change anything. I'm hopeful and optomistic, but I'm also a realist that understands that sometimes life just doesn't make sense.
So I won't be blogging for a while, probably until next week. Many apologies!