I am prepping for my surgery day tomorrow. That means I'm eating everything in sight. I have already eaten cereal, toast, two hot dogs and all the fruit that was covered in chocolate from yesterday's fruit basket.
I'll leave the other fruit for my Bradley so he knows that I care.
I am not sure how to describe today. I feel as if it's the marking of some important day. I walk around with an air of secrecy, as if I know something that the rest of the world doesn't. I went to the bank, the grocery store and Zellers to buy some pj's that button up because I was gently reminded yesterday that I would not be able to lift up my arms for a while. D'oh.
All the while I'm there, I look at others and think "do they know?" Of course they don't. I probably appear slightly paranoid to anyone who looks at me today.
A few minutes ago I received a reminder call from the hospital about my apt tomorrow.
As if I'd forget. I should have played it up though, just for fun.
"What surgery? What was this about again?" I wonder how that would have gone over.
Once again, the lady on the phone reminded me that I would need to go to the Radiocative Nuclear Department of the Hospital. So I laughed. Out loud. I thought she'd join me, but she didn't. Clearly, this is not funny.
I did find out that Brad will be able to join me during the needle stabbing though, so I am very excited about that. He will be there to hold my hand, just as he was the first time during the biopsy. I am not sure if it'll be comforting, but I am glad I'll get to squeeze his hand during it.
After all, I should not be the only one in pain. I'm just sayin'.
I will write more when I'm back from the hospital. For now, I'll need to go find more food.