The Morning

I leave for the hospital in about two hours. I managed to get all the prep solution down, and things ran through pretty fast. I had to get up a few times during the night, and I don't think I slept at all. This morning, my tummy is still rumbling, but I've only been passing gas. My last BM was very liquid, and just a pale yellow, so I guess I'm pretty cleaned out. I'm also hungry and feeling a little weak. And thirsty. No more water, even, since midnight.

Liz insists on staying with me at the hospital. I will be in the pre-op room for a couple of hours, and then the operation is supposed to last about three hours. After that I will be in the PACU until I'm ready to be moved into a room. So Liz won't have much to do for most of the day. I suggested she drop me off, and then come back in the evening. She argued that if the positions were reversed, I'd stay to wait for her operation. She's right; I would. But that doesn't make it smart. I'll be in the hands of the doctors and nurses, and there's nothing she can do until I'm in a regular room. But humans aren't always logical. Hardly ever.

I wish I could have slept last night. It would have made the time go faster. Liz is still asleep, but I expect she'll wake up soon. It's light out, and the birds are chirping. Besides, she gets to eat breakfast.

I didn't worry over the operation during the night. It was more over the need to get to the bathroom, and all that noise from my tummy. Now, I just want to get it all over. I look forward to trying to get out of bed and walk a few steps. Waiting, with nothing to do, kinda sucks.