Tomorrow is the day.
I have to be at the hospital by 6:30 am for my scheduled 8:00 am surgery.
It should all be over by 11:00 am.
The surgical part, that is.
John will receive a call from the surgeon (or someone from the surgical team) immediately that the surgery is completed. I, of course, will be sent to recovery. (John will call my little chickadee and my Angel; my little chickadee will call her list of people who need to know.)
I can expect to be in the recovery room for at least one hour, possibly two. (My breathing issues require my being in recovery longer than most.)
Only once they have my breathing stabilized will they send me to my room.
And only once I'm in my room will they allow visitors.
I can expect to be in a lot of pain.
Been there. Done that. Got a few t-shirts.
I remember it well.
As I've said, I'm really not looking forward to the recovery portion of this journey.
But I so can't wait to wake up in that recovery room tomorrow!