I just can’t stay away from the freakin’ hospital, can I?
Something’s gone wrong with my spirit (morale approaching zero).
This will be my last sort-of, better-than-nothing normalcy for some time. Monday we do all this preparation that’s been laid on hospital patients. Better get it right! No sleep will be allowed. And then, before Tuesday’s sun comes up, we have to pile into the car and drive to the hospital.
After that, they cut me open. Then they’ll keep me there for some days.
So if you don’t hear from me, it’s because I’ve been swallowed up by the vastness and complexity of JFK Hospital, like Jonah and the whale, and I don’t know when they’ll let me out again. I don’t know anything about colon surgery, and I wish the pleasure of finding out had been indefinitely postponed.
