SRS: T-2 hours

It's morning of the surgery. Less than 2 hours to the start.



Ok, yesterday was hard. I almost paniced at the hospital and had almost three panic attacks at the hotel. The laxative used to bowel emptying was enema style, so getting myself doing it was quite a struggle but all my internet friends and couple of IRL friends helped me to overcome the anxiety. When it was done, I only had to take anticoagulant named Klexane. That was injection with bit too big harpoon for my liking, I managed to do that on my own but it still took good 10 minutes and hurted. I hope I did it correctly. The adredaline surge right after it was the worst though, that took good 15 mins to go away.

When the laxative has done it's job, which was pretty much the case around 21:00, I waited one hour more to be sure and went to shower. Took an hour, there's quite a lot of things going on in my head. After that I chatted for over an hour with my friends and got ready to sleep. Fortunately I managed to have some, it took a while to fell asleep but something like 4 hours anyway. That's more than in the night before!

I also misunderstood the letter they sent me. 6:45 was the time I have to be there and as I went for blood samples and EKG yesterday already like the nurse proposed, 7:00 is fine. The surgery itself will start at 8:00. And that is now causing quite a lot of panic. But I'm brave girl, I got this!



Next post will be after the surgery, so, most likely late evening today if I'm able or tomorrow at the latest.

'Til next time~ 💜

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