Tomorrow’s the day (again). Seems I’m first on the list, so we need to be at the hospital by 6am. That means I have to be up around 4am to shower and get myself together. Seriously, I’m considering not going to sleep at all, because I can’t imagine I’ll even be able to sleep. Did I sleep last time? I can’t remember. I was second on the schedule last time, so I had an extra hour in the morning to work with.
Yesterday I started with what felt like a little sore throat, which upset me. But from all the reading I’ve done, they won’t make you reschedule unless you have a fever or lung involvement. I have no fever and no cough. This morning the throat thing is much less scratchy, though my nose feels a bit stuffy. That’s nothing new for me, though, because my allergies have been crappy this year and I’ve had stuffiness on and off since early spring. I’m hoping that’s what the scratchiness was from my throat yesterday, too.
I’m trying to read and distract myself. I had an early breakfast (per instructions) and after that I’ve been sitting around. Later I’ll go up and change my sheets so they’re clean and fresh. Later, I’ll be making a path to the bathroom. Bleh.
I’m nervous. I felt this way last night, too. I feel like I’m breathing funny, but that could also be because my nose is stuffy. Either way, that’s making me more anxious. I want to pay better attention to my breathing so that it is slow and normal, but I feel like if I pay attention to it, that’ll make things worse. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Stuff hurts. Arms, legs, back, neck, head, jaw, ears. And I’m tired.
Hopefully by this time tomorrow, I’ll be in recovery, bitching and moaning about…something. And maybe by dinnertime, I’ll be home.