In 24 hours, I'll be at the hospital prepping for surgery. I sort of wish I hadn't told anybody, but you know me, run my mouth on an on-going basis and your going to get feedback. Not all of the feedback, although sweet, has helped.
Let us review:
Some women tell horror tales that rival the slaughter in Friday the 13th movies. I've been told the pain, the horror.
Other women keep telling me to quit being a wuss.
And finally, My sister was told that I should NOT have the surgery on Monday because it was a secret day according to the Farmer's Almanac. What the hell is a secret day? So I started looking and I found nothing, but it might be a secret thing like was Masons do.
To say I'm nervous is the truth. I've never had to wait to have major surgery, so the anticipation has run through my cranium and, quite frankly, I don't like it.
But, in all honesty, I'm doing okay considering. I have some cheesy vampire books to read, the latest Stephen King is on the way from the library and my, not the borrowed, laptop will be back from the computer doctor's by the end of the week.
Meanwhile, I'm watching cheesy horror movies, because that's the cure for my strange state of mind.