I woke up at 5--don't have to be at the hospital till 10. Too bad I can't have a leisurely breakfast. Last night, Elaine and I organized way too much stuff to take to the hospital--but heaven forbid I should be bored during my stay. I have books, sudoku, knitting projects--finished my blanket last night so now I'm working on 220 inches of border. I guess I can pack up the CPAP now, because it doesn't look like I'm going to go back to sleep.
Everything will be fine. I have wonderful people taking care of me and a small army praying for me. I appreciate all of it. Being sick, really sick, has increased my capacity for gratitude. I can still be bitchy and judgmental--like the young woman at the San Bruno Bart station who was bending over, retrieving something out of a purse of backpack, and showing off miles of butt crack in the process. I so wanted to go to her and suggest that maybe she didn't want to expose quite that much skin to the elements. Maybe when I'm really old I will have to the nerve to say things like that.
I'll wash my hair, so that it has a fighting chance of looking good. It will probably be a sweaty mess by the time I'm in my room.
Oh, cool, it is after six now--that much less time to wait.
xxooxx
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