Sunday is all clear liquids. What the hell am I suppose to drink? Imagination, here I come. I wanted a hot dog so bad today, I nearly ate one. but figured it wouldn't be out of my system in time for surgery. so I ate a pickle. ran right thru me and cut my appetite. I am so glad I will never have to do this again. Amen.
No more revisions. This is the last hurrah. Finally, it's gonna be done and done right. praise god. So say a little prayer for me and wish me luck. The next time I write, I'll be POST-OP !!!