Going under

Normally, by this time I would be brushing my teeth and searching for my keys so that I can make it to work on time. But this Thursday is a bit different. I'll be going in for minor surgery at eleven this morning. I'm not worried about the procedure itself but I am hungry and I want coffee (no eating or drinking after midnight, remember). It'll be a quick in-out sort of thing but I'm not sure what I'll be doing with my time off from work. I was planning on knitting something with some bargain yarn I bought at the Salvation Army (17 balls of an orange Italian wool blend DK yarn, 50g each). I remember seeing the bag of yarn with a little paper inside from the original store that had the $80+ price tag with a discounted price underneath that one and then seeing the cheap little sticker from the Salvation Army that had something ridiculous like $2 on it. I've had it for awhile but I figured now would be the time to use it. I've got some knitting needles in my trunk from yard sales past but I still don't have a pattern. I'm thinking about mittens with detachable fingers for the winter; I've got plenty of scarves and I don't like wearing thick socks as my feet get sweaty pretty quickly. I'd love to make an actual article of clothing but I don't have enough yarn for a sweater. Sad face.

I've also got a stack of books beside my bed, just in case the boredom becomes too intense. I'm not much of a reader though. Let's see...I've got 1001 Puzzles to Challenge Your Brain, Following Your Path by Dickerman, Jose Silva's Ultramind ESP System by Bernd, The 21 Lessons of Merlyn: A Study in Druid Magic & Lore by Monroe, The Witness of the Stars by Bullinger, and I Will Fear No Evil by Robert A. Heinlein. It's doubtful that I'll (want to) finish any of these books in the short week that I'll be out of work so I'll probably just do a few puzzles and ignore the others. But there's always Hulu and the collection of DVD's that's gathered itself next to the bookshelf in the living room. That's like reading only better.

Ugh...I'm starving. My intention was to gorge myself at a quarter til eleven. After some fried chicken and my second glass of wine, I fell asleep and awoke again just before midnight. I wasn't hungry so I went back to sleep. It was dark when I opened my eyes next but too late to go back to sleep. The nervousness in combination with my programmed alarm clock wouldn't allow it. So here I am. Stuck. Waiting. Hungry.

I wish I had taken the earlier rescheduling when they called yesterday. But I figured sleeping in would be better than getting to the hospital by eight. Dammit.