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Let the Whining Begin...

Well, tomorrow is the big day! This week has zoomed by and I'm not sure if I'm ready or nervous or what. I'll tell ya that right now my biggest concern is the whole "nothing to eat or drink after midnight" business. I tell patients that all day but it's a different story when you tell me not to eat breakfast- I feel that it might kill me. I literally roll out of bed and stumble directly to the kitchen to eat every morning.

Second big problem- now prepare yourself for this one- is that they made me take off my nail polish- my toes are NEVER unpainted. I feel like they are just taking away my dignity one luxury item at a time. I mean do they just want me to look completely awful???

The lady from the hospital was kind enough to call me tonight to pre-admit me and had lots of questions. Some of my favorites included "would you be willing to accept blood products?" and "what denomination are you?" I feel like they expect me to kick the bucket! And I'll bet that she didn't save me any time- in the morning I will still have to fill out hours worth of paperwork.

Aaron will be posting an update tomorrow when we get home so please excuse his spelling errors and bad grammar (Luckily he was blessed with good looks)... Surgery is scheduled for 10 a.m. and it is at St.Anthony's hospital. Well, thanks again for all of your concern and prayers, but I only have 90 more minutes to eat and drink before I start my "starvation time".

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  1. Robbie and I have been thinking about you guys today. Love you! catie

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