I got the info from the surgeon about where I need to be and what I need to do, and it's kind of grim.
For one thing, I get nothing to eat or drink from midnight the night before. The surgery is at 1 PM. As in, 13 hours with nothing. Which is a long time. All I can say is, they'd better be hooking me up to a nice big bag of Ringer's Solution well before 1 PM or I will not be responsible for my actions.
And this raises the issue of what to do with/about Bravest. I want him there; I feel safer with him there. On the other hand, I can't very well be making sure he gets lunch -- nor can I be walking him to the rest room if I'm getting radioactive dye injected in my nipple or wire guides inserted in my breast. I think our best bet is to stop by the Family Support desk and see what the nice people have to offer, because Bravest himself doesn't really want to impose on either the Wonder Offspring (WO, for short) or on my sister or any of our friends.
(That's pretty much the way he was when he, himself was sick a couple of years ago. "Tell them not to come. Why should they rush in here just to sit?")
And then, I have to wear something that buttons up the front. I own nothing that buttons up the front. And a support bra. The only such creature I have is a sports bra that pulls over the head and is too small for me anyway. All my other intimates are at least 3 years old and were bought because they were comfortable, which means they're not very supportive. (For you mens, that means they don't so much lift and separate; more like keep from flopping around in every direction.) And yes, this is a poor little rich girl problem; spending some money is all that's required. But not what I wanted to spend money on, at all at all.
We'll figure it out. We always do.
In more comfortable news, last night was so hot that neither of us slept much, and Bravest actually ended up on the floor for the one or two tenths of a degree of additional coolness. So today we went out and bought an air conditioner, the smallest unit I could find on line. It was a mere $99, and it's doing a splendid job. I am really, really looking forward to a good night's sleep.
Oddly enough, I've always found the eating/drinking restrictions to be among the most vexing parts of major procedures. I've found that they seem to be okay with using mouthwash if you spit it out (your doctor's advice may very) which is a little things, but it at least took one stupid thing off my mind.
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