On February 1st, Rick drove me to the hospital at 5:45 am for surgery.  It was still dark out, and the hospital was quiet, the halls empty.

I checked in, dressed to the 9’s! (No make up, jewelry, pajama bottoms, hoodie, etc)

I was nervous. Nervous they’d screw up and ruin me for life.

But I received promises that all would go perfect. I had to believe in that.

I followed a woman to the “holding room” where I changed into a fancy hospital robe and these lovely hospital socks, which by the way, NEVER stay put! They’re all loosey goosey.

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