Surgery is scheduled for tomorrow at 9am, and I check in at 7:30. That is, if the cardiologist's office gives me clearance.

Suddenly, that's a big hairy deal.

I've called the cardiologists office several times as soon as I found out I was going to have surgery to see if there was something special I needed to tell my surgeon. No return phone calls until the hospital called them requesting my EKGs. I got a call from a nurse the cardiologist's office saying that I had no business scheduling a surgery without clearance from the cardiologist. Ummmm, I hope there are records somewhere showing all my messages so she knows what a jerk she was to me.

Today I've been busying myself with deep cleaning (stuff the maids seem to ignore, like pulling up the cushions on the couches and chairs and vacuuming underneath); and organizing stuff. Oh, and washing all of Einstein's stuff. That boy sheds like it's his job.

It's same-day surgery (as most are these days), so I'll most likely be home before the anesthesia completely wears off. I request that you overlook anything incriminating I may write on my blog whilst under the anesthesia and the hefty pain meds I've been prescribed.

See ya on the flip side.