It’s 11:16 PM.
I should be in bed by now. I’m anxious and I get antsy when I’m anxious.
I’m supposed to check in at 5:30 in the morning. I have to shower again in the morning with this antibiotic soap.
Then I’m off.
I’m half excited and scared. I’m excited just because I want to remember what it feels like to not be in pain all the time, but I’m scared because I’ve never had a serious operation like this before.
I know everything will work out. I’ll be back to running and rowing and lifting in no time.