Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Posted from pre-op

Got my fancy socks and my heated blanket. Arm surgery time!

On the way to the hospital a few drivers cut us off without signaling. Every time it happened I wanted to roll down the window and yell You just cut off a CANCER PATIENT, you jerk. Of course, there's a reasonable chance that some of them had cancer, too. These... are the things I think when I don't get to eat or drink past 12am.

My nurse looks like the princess from Enchanted.