Welp, it's here. Tomorrow is the big day. GBR Day. That's Gall Bladder Removal Day incase you weren't familiar with the acronym. Not to be confused with GNR Day. Guns 'n Roses. Man I loved those guys in the 80's. Not their crazy heavy metal songs, but who didn't rock out to Sweet Child of Mine (and maybe still does!). And Welcome to the Jungle (we've got fun and games. We've got everything you want....) I'm pretty sure that my naive 15 year old mind didn't quite understand what that song was about, but I still loved it. Oh, oh, and take me down to paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Gosh, I might need to do some iTunes surfing tonight!!!
Anyway, I digress. I am supposed to be at the hospital at 8:30 tomorrow and the surgery is scheduled for 9:45. I am scared poopless. Ok, not quite, but you know what I mean. If one more person tells me that it's super easy and I have nothing to be scared of I might lose it. I mean, really LOSE IT! I know that it is not a major thing, but I'm a scaredy cat. My middle name is Chicken. No, it's not, it's Marie. But I think chicken is more fitting. SO I'm scared. Big deal. Get over it!
Today I stayed home from work b/c I wasn't feeling well and slept all day. This was probably a huge mistake since I will most likely be spending the next 5 days in bed. My dogs only give you one sick day. They are more than happy to lie down with you all day and sleep. For one day only. On day 2 they are on to you and they want to be entertained. Played with. Taken outside. Fed. Dandie will sit on my pillow with her face up to my eyes, licking my forhead. Mimi will stand on my chest with her eyes up to my eyes, staring in to the depths of my soul. She is using subliminal messaging. Feed me Seymore! Geesh people, leave me alone!
So now I am eating everything in the house, because I can't eat after midnight. Which doesn't seem like a big deal until someone tells you that you can't do it. Then suddenly eating after midnight seems like the most important thing in the world. I have my jello, pudding and gingerale chilling in the fridge. My sweat pants are folded neatly on my dresser. And I'm ready.
Did I mention that I was scared???