The Day Before.

Okay, so, I'm not supposed to drink any alcohol or smoke for 24 hours prior to my surgery. I'm on hour number 3, and I feel ready to kill someone. Brutally. Waiting for my toe nails to dry, because I won't be able to paint them after surgery. (Obviously.) Oh, and no blue or purple nail polish. Which means 2/3 of my collection is useless. I have some ridiculous gold color on now.

Laundry is being done, albeit half-assed. My goal is to have my hospital bag packed tonight. I have to shower both tonight and first thing tomorrow morning with 'Hibiclens' soap. It's the same stuff they use to wash their hands before surgery. And the smell reminds me of grade school bathroom soap. Apparently it's some microbiotic soap that keeps germs off for up to 6 hours after you use it. There are extreme warnings to not get it in your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, or vagina. I'm not up for an experiment now, so I'll just heed the warnings.

I have absolutely no idea what to expect from all of this. Some people say it goes just fine and it's no so bad afterwards, and then others say it was treacherous and they vomited for like, a bazillion hours after. I know my stomach enough to know I should be safe... but I usually eat before taking anything. (Even if it's from an IV.) So, as long as they can give me some jello to coat my stomach, I should be fine.

Update! I'm now taking off the hideous golden nail polish. I would rather have naked nails than that crap. Plus... I got a hair stuck in it. (Which also reminds me, I have to dye my hair this evening.)

Well, I'm actually getting hungry. There's leftover Chinese food in the fridge and I have every intention of eating it now.

Ta!

Insomniac.

Every night when my son goes to bed, I tell myself I will follow suit shortly. And every night with my 'freedom' achieved, I find more and more useless things to do until 11pm... 12am... 1am?! I have 2 full days left until my surgery. I finally ran all the errands, and bought the things I need. Yet, it feels like that sense of impending doom which always comes from a big change, is hovering over my head. I keep trying to think of what it will be like, knowing full well that I don't, (and can't possibly), know what it will be like. Keeping my head in the current moment is a pain in the ass. This is my first entry on a new blog. I haven't blogged in years now. I guess I'm just hoping it will help me sort out and make sense of all the crap in my head.

Cheers.