8 am: Surgery started an hour early

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They just called "The William Drennan family" to the desk, then once you reach the desk, they route you to these 4 phones on the wall, and they tell you to pick up line 1, which rings as you walk across the room toward it. WEIRD. Kind of like the phones people use in the movies to talk to prisoners.

Not being the calmest person in the world, as you know, I, Expecter of the Worst At All Times, am in near heart failure as I approach this ringing phone, not knowing why they are calling at 8 am, since surgery is supposed to start at 9 am.

Amazing the number of scenarios one can envision in the time it takes to walk across a room.

So you say "hello" and you hear, "Hi, I'm Heather, the nurse, and surgery has begun and everything is going well. I will be calling you every 90 minutes to two hours to give you updates."

So I thank Heather the Nurse, and that's it. And about ten minutes later, my heartbeat returns to normal from the shock of being called up to the desk.

I should carry a generator and two electric zapper paddles with me in situations like this. "CLEAR!" ZZZZZAP!

It's about all my heart can take, just being here, without the shocker phone calls. HALP!

Bless you for caring enough to be reading this. I feel you out there. I literally do.

Love,
The Easily Panicked But Comforted By Your Love Diamond Lil