t minus...

t minus 15 1/2 hours. i finally found out that i have to show up for my surgery at 2pm tomorrow. which, at first, i almost had a heart attack that it was so late. i was thinking about how i might die of starvation because i wasn't allowed to eat or drink past midnight tonight. then the nurse told me i could eat a light breakfast until 7:30am and i could drink clear liquids until 11am. so...nutrition-wise, i think i'll be fine. i just wonder if the more awake time i have before surgery, the more awake time i have to start stressing.

we'll see.

right now i just feel exhausted. i've been running around like a lunatic for the last week trying to make sure i got everything done before my surgery. side-mirror fixed, car checked out. car and dog washed. all heavy things lifted - like a 40lb bag of dog food. grocery shopped. bought 6 bottles of kombucha to aid in digestion and healing. laundry. vacuumed. air mattress bought. disability insurance figured out. work finished. teenagers know i'll be out for two weeks. bosses know i'll be out for two weeks. etc etc etc. i even remembered to put an "out of office" message on my email and on my voicemail. *that* is impressive.

so anyway, because i've been running around like a lunatic doing all that. i actually haven't been thinking about the surgery. and now i'm so tired from all the running, that i'm still not really thinking about the surgery.

my mom flew in this afternoon. kitty had a heart attack of love and excitement when she walked in the door. we went to dinner tonight - probably my last meal out for a WHILE. and we're all prepared to hang out tomorrow until 1ish and then spend the afternoon at the kaiser hospital in sf.

at least i love my surgeon.