It was time for the operation....

The morning had arrived and a calmness came over me.

I knew I would do better being calm than anxious.

My daughter had been playing the son, I can see clearly now which helped me immensely to thing of the future and of being better.

We went to the waiting room and immediately a guy said I looked scary with all thesee things sticking out of my head.

I moved away from him.

Then , I started thinking about the doc and hoping he had a good nights rest , that he was happy that the San Francisco whatevers had won the baseball tournament.

Then,they called my name and I taken to a room filled with beds and people putting on their hospital gowns for their surgeries.

The anesthesiologist came in, read my chart, and informed me that I was going to have nausea

after the 8 hr. procedure.

Thanks!

I did beg him to put me out before I was taken to the operating room and fortunately he did.

I was out.