Ready, Set, Go!

It is 4am and the good news is, it is way too damn early to be nervous about anything.  I will preface this blog by one comment, if it is incoherent I apologize.  Due to the fact it is 4 am, I have no intention of being the scrutinizing blogger I usually am!

Praise God but I was able to spend the night at my friend, Amy’s, house last night so we could sleep a little later.  She lives about 15 minutes from the hospital as oppose to the hour + I am from in Dahlonega.  My restful stupor last night was all but impressive.  Amy has a wonderful home and a comfortable bed but for the first time since this journey, I had anxiety for tomorrow.  It was strange, I found myself not wanting to close my eyes and fall asleep because I knew if I did tomorrow would come.  As I laid there I made Ginny promise she would keep her eyes opened with me and not fall asleep until after I decided I was tired enough to pass out.  The nice thing about having this mastectomy, though, is people want to pamper me (honestly I’m having to get use to the idea of being waited on) and Ginny asked what would help me get tired so I totally used my “woe is me” card and had her running her hands throughout my hair until my eyelids were like heavy weights.

What I am feeling right now is peculiar because the one thing I am worried about is remembering I am not supposed to have anything to eat or drink after midnight last night.  They have drilled into my head, “NO FOOD, NO DRINKS” that I am questioning even if my saliva is okay to swallow.  Seriously!  The food thing is not a big deal to me but I need COFFEE!!  I have to get to the hospital at 5:30 this morning to register and they want me to do that without coffee in my blood, good grief! 

Well, I am off to try to feel somewhat human-like before my body undergoes a slight metamorphism.  Considering this is the last shower I will get for a few days, I want to make sure I smell nice for my surgeons.  Honestly, I just want to make sure my armpits are shaved because how embarrassing for me while they are taking the girls and notice I have a forest under my arms!  I’ve watched the show House enough times to know I don’t want them talking about me under the knife, “Bless her heart, she must be one of those natural girls!”

Ginny will be updating my blog for awhile and I will be dictating what to type to keep everyone up to date.  Thank you for all your prayers, for all your positive energy, and all your good vibes.  I am in God’s hands, under the care of incredible surgeons, and have so many of your prayers on my side.  How blessed I am. 

Much love!