Too late to back out now, he said jokingly.
I’m trying to upload a picture of the waiting room but it’s failing.
We are Here
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MooKnight: To Go
Damn right I’m watching the MoonKnight finale before we leave for the hospital.
No spoilers, of course.
Time Has Almost Caught Us
In the immortal words of one of the immortal guys in The Highlander, time has almost caught us, my friend(s).
12 hours from now I’ll be in the hospital trying to bottle up my freak out feelings like a good Irish-American stereotype. The 10:00 check in is a little later than I was expecting so I was able to punt a couple of little things from my to do list until the morning.
I did the most important things though. I reached out to, or was contacted by, all of the people I wanted to talk to today. Both kids called me. We had good video calls with both of them. I was very happy to hear from them.
Now I’m sitting up in bed. I was worried I’d be too nervous to sleep, but now that I’m here I’m pretty beat. I’ll sleep okay. I might get some Marvel movie time in first though. I’m still on Eternals.
I go under the knife at noon tomorrow. I’ll probably post 20 times before then, and I’ll definitely watch the MoonKnight season (series?) finale too.
She’s Not Nervous
Patches isn’t nervous about tomorrow at all. It’s like she has no idea what’s going on.
Liquid Diet
If I’m going to be on a liquid diet, the least I could do is water the plants, right?
Solidarity, brothers (and sisters) and sisters*.
*Yes, it’s a Monty Python reference kinda day. Solidarity, siblings.
My Gut’s Last Day
Hello and welcome to Tuesday May 3, 2022. The last full day with my stomach and small intestine working in their DNA designed manner.
At some point tomorrow my digestive system will have an entirely new workflow.
I’m on my pre-op liquid diet and I’m literally afraid to do anything. They told me I can have all the protein shakes I want today, but should I? What if a bit of powder doesn’t dissolve right and it acts like food and sits in my stomach and they have to postpone?
Right. Relax, red head. Go drink a shake, you paranoid doofus.
The Moment is Almost Here
Jen and I had dinner together. We also had dessert. I had more dessert than I’m willing to admit, but I wasn’t too bad. Just mildly bad.
The shit is about to get really real. It’s 9:00pm. In three hours my liquids-only diet starts. 24 hours after that I’ll be fasting until the surgery.
I’ll find out tomorrow afternoon when the start time will be. I’m hoping earlier rather than later. I want to get it over with, you know?
Be prepared for frequent, nervous posts followed by a black out sometime on Wednesday. I don’t want to try to post anything while I’m goofed up on anesthetic, you know?
Two days. Panicking in so many subtle ways.
The Last Supper
I have prepared The Last Supper*.
*At least the last supper before the liquid diet starts at midnight.
The Details
The city just posted this:
They are Not Coming for Me
I found a news story that likely explains why that helicopter has been circling for a while now. Apparently there was a stabbing at the high school. The victim seems to be all right, or as all right as you can be given the circumstances. First responders are on the scene and the weapon has been recovered, and a juvenile is in custody. The article says the victim was not a student. Did a student stab a teacher? Holy shit!
Here’s hoping everyone is okay, and sorry for joking about Henry Hill.
