04/08/10: Now it's a three-a-day day...

So I was jumping the gun as usual and I had to send my advocate an email to tell her what I told her in my voicemail.  I don't know which she got first but I'm going to assume it was the email because a mere 2 minutes later she was calling me back.

I'm on the schedule for Monday.  She said that's all she has to do for me is get me on the schedule and the pre-op nurse would be calling with more specifics and times.  That call could come today or tomorrow, she said.

An hour later the pre-op nurse was calling me.  I am to be there at 8am on Monday and I shouldn't have much of a wait time.  I don't know what that means.  I'll find out on Monday.

So 8am on Monday is surgery time/day for me!

What else can I tell you?  I might actually be glad I don't have too much time to think on this.  Now would be when the worrying starts, eh?  Not to say I won't, I do still have three whole days and a few more hours.  I will be curious to see how the next bit of time unfolds. 

I know I'm excited.  I'm moving forward.  I'm moving on.  It's becoming official.  I will be a bandster.  I will learn new lessons and be proven wrong (and maybe right on occasion, too).  I will unearth new aspects of my personality that either never existed before or have been hidden for far too long.  I know this is wrong on many levels but I feel like I'm finally moving on to the rest of my life.  It's like a gateway.  Energy, health, vigor, stamina, even peace are all on the other side and I just have to "cross over".  I can't wait!!!

My boss has been told and said "well, wow, that's fast.  We knew it was coming and it's fine, but that's fast.  You were right.  Wow.  It's fine, we knew it was coming.  It's just me and another girl out next week so it's fine.  We'll be fine.  But that's fast.  You're fine, because you warned us, but wow."

Ok, enough babble.