one week away...

I was talking to my mom today about surgery day. We're a week away. In a week, I'll either be walking the halls, knocked out on pain meds or somewhere in between - and I'll be sleeved.

I've gone from giddy with excitement to tense with worry and I've settled on "optimisticly curious". I wonder.

What will I feel like the day of surgery? Man, I hope I'm one of those champs that's moving around and feeling okay right away.

What will I feel like when I'm out of the hospital?

How long til I'm feeling like myself?

Will I be in pain for a while?

Will I be able to get my water in?

And on and on. Etc, etc, etc...

And I'm not seeking any answers for those questions, these are simply curious thoughts I have from time to time. But for the most part, I've stopped thinking about it so much.

So, this is my last week as a pre-op.

The weird thing is, I'm not even hungry anymore. My stomach is still growling constantly, tho. I hope it stops doing that when it's smaller.