I wasn’t thrilled when I got the call from the hospital yesterday telling me I should arrive for surgery at 12. That’s 12 noon. With nothing to eat or drink since midnight the night before. The nurse who called told me that if I wanted, I could get up before five and have some dry toast and black coffee. I elected to sleep in.
This has made me think about how entitled I feel when it comes to my three meals a day. How abnormal is that? I was actually starting to get irritated because I wouldn’t be able to eat this morning. In reality, this brief moment of being a tiny bit hungry is good for me.
Praise be to God who has provided so bountifully for me all my life! May he be with me today, and may he guide my doctor as he works on me.
My awesome Aunt Sharon is coming down to stay with the kids.
I have almost crossed off everything on my “to do before surgery” list.
I have slathered On Guard (diluted with fractionated coconut oil in a roller bottle) all over my neck area multiple times a day in an effort to wipe out any unfriendly germs living in the area to be operated on.
I am defying my NPO order by sipping on a tiny splash of water right now.
See you on the flip side.