No food, no drink allowed this morning–because I’m going back to the hospital. Another operation. Kowabunga! They’re going to “shave” my prostate gland, whatever that means. And keep me overnight, with TV sets spouting babble and people strolling into and out of the room all night long, and turning lights on and off…
And then they wonder why you can’t sleep.
The fun starts at noon, so I’ve still got two hours and change in which to stockpile my anxiety. Supposedly I’ll be allowed to go home tomorrow. Unless they decide to put me down.
Tell ’em, mama, that I kept on working to the last. I pray I’ll see yiz all tomorrow.