Sep 20, 2012 17:47
What to say other than tomorrow is the day.
And I'm tired even now. I felt myself sag into the need to sleep just after lunch today. So I hope I sleep well tonight and don't have to wait too terribly long at the hospital in the morning before the procedure gets underway. My palms tremble with anxiety at the mere thought. The counselor was right about my dislike for the Unknown.
My arrival time is now at 6:15 in the morning.
Tonight I wash with a special antiseptic soap and cease all eating and drinking after midnight, which should not be a problem. My hair dresser was great with her suggestion to french braid my hair so that I can just keep that in all weekend and not have to worry about things getting matted or messy.
There is such peace and calm in the apartment now.
I've waited so long and anticipated this day for quite some time now that I hardly know what to do with myself. Isn't there some work I'm supposed to do? Am I not supposed to be darting out the door right about now to go somewhere, or type something up for school, or attend some meeting, or call someone back? Okay, so I probably should call a few people, namely my parents to figure out what they will be doing tomorrow, but seriously....I don't know what to do with myself.
I guess the answer is just to relax.