Starving Already, But Just Wait

Here it is, already 10:30am here. I got up at 8:45 after staying up until 1:30 so I could be sure to drink Boost as late as possible and also help me sleep. Both were accomplished quite nicely, but I’m already starving. I’m so hungry, I’m imagining the smell of blueberry muffins: a food I’m not even particularly fond of.

Our plan is to leave at noon and fill up the Kia with gas so we can make it to TGH and check in shortly after 1pm. With surgery scheduled for 3:30, I won’t be out until 5:30 or so and normally spend 2-3 hours in recovery (or PACU, as they call it). If I were a betting man, my money would be on my staying the night, considering that I bled enough to change my dressing every 3 minutes for hours in October. Even 12 hours later, Beautiful was still changing my dressing every 30 minutes at midnight.