My final doctor visit today to get cleared for surgery. Because I could pick my own date, I chose September 11th out of the air. There was a bit of strategy involved, but not much. We have a friend coming to visit that we have not seen for over ten years; it would be shameful to disrupt her stay with a hospital visit. She is a nurse manager, so she may have found it novel.
Anyway, she leaves on the 3rd. I wanted a Friday to recuperate over the weekend, so I could go back to school on the following Tuesday. I begged the doctor to let me go home the same day, but hospital “law” (his word) is an overnighter.
Now that I have a date, there is plenty of time to alternate between repression and consuming fear.