‘Twas the night before surgery and all through the hotel, not a creature was stirring, not even a micro-bacterial virus in my nasal passages.
I’m sitting here at 11:30pm due to wake up at 4am and I’ve got some sort of ointment up my nose to prevent and viral infections overnight. These guys don’t take chances. I’m also very sore in my groin region due to the heart cath the other day. My arms are bruised up and down from a dozen needles going in me over the last week. This is not how I pictured my “night before” I feel awful. I’m glad I have no responsibilities for the next few days.
So I’m not so sure I have much to share here. I am trying not to think about it. The more I do, the more nervous I get. Today I lost my patience and stopped being so friendly with everyone. Just very quiet and short with them. I had such a hellish day today. It wouldn’t surprise me if I oversleep tomorrow. I sure hope not but what can I do?
I’m inclined to write out all my feelings as if I was preparing to die. Well luckily I don’t hide my feelings and those whom I love and are on my mind know who they are. I hope they remember it forever.
Take care. Ill probably be out of the OR by noon if you want to call my mom. I don’t suspect ill be able to make/take calls or send any tweets until late afternoon at least.
Thanks to all those who’ve sent well wishes. I do appreciate it.
I’m at the Cleveland Clinic for open heart surgery called a septal myectomy to improve my hypertrophic obstructive cardiomyopathy. If all goes well I should be on a plane home on Jan 30th. Ill be recovering for at least 4 weeks.
Talk to ya soon!