It's 5:14 AM. I want coffee. I want water...very cold water. I want cigarettes.
I should be...
taking a (lukewarm) shower, brushing my teeth, and applying just enough makeup to feel attractive. I should be getting ready to be outside my building in 25 minutes to catch a cab to Hahnemann Hospital--for my second port surgery this month (the first was a perma cath, this is for some kind of portacath).
I'm anticipating...
the cute, but clearly married nurse, will be waiting to prep me for
surgery. Or, Sharon, the nice forty-something nurse who calmed me pre-surgery last time when the idea of all this loss of self-identity overwhelmed me in a fluorescent room full of strangers waiting or recovering from more serious surgeries.
I'm wishing...
they won't make the same mistake twice (what a hospital staff person make a mistake twice--never!) and give me ketamine (yes to the horse tranquilizer, no to the Special K) for my anaesthesia. I'm hoping I don't wake from surgery in violent, lawless, yet strangely conscientious hysterics.
I'm wondering...
if they'll give me a script for good pain pills. And, how many men over the next year will stare at my chest (I assume that's where they're putting it--no one has told me anything) and not notice I have breasts beneath my pot?
It's 5:30AM now. I have 15 minutes to get out the door. There's nothing worse than a tardy sick person.
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Melanie