And who gives me any time to think...

After another day to dwell on my surgery date...I got a little more bummed. Surgery is scheduled for 3pm and you're not supposed to eat after midnight the night before. I talked to the lady and she said I'll be able to have food up to 9 hours before I go under the knife. I'll be
starved by the time I wake up.

I think I'm going to have to figure out how to sleep most of the day off.



I heard from the surgery scheduler today. Looks like my knee will be going for repair on July 21st. That's only 10 weeks after I expected to have gone in for the surgery and 6 - 8 weeks after what they told me when I was in the hospital the last time.

So far...every time I heard something new about my surgery I've just gotten ridiculously depressed. This time, it wasn't so bad. It's more of an, "eh, whatev." feeling than anything, which makes me feel about 120% better about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the best of moods about the news, but it could be worse, right?