Going under the knife.

Mean, hateful and bitchy ... that is me. But today i have woken up as someone else. Today I am being admitted into the hospital for surgery. I have to go in one day early because of my blood sugar levels. I am scared. Almost embarrassed to admit it but yes scared. The last time I had surgery was on my right shoulder. Torn rotator cuff. It was an outpatient surgery, however, the 40 year old diabetic who has trouble with anesthesia was inpatient for three days post surgery. I have been very emotional lately and have had my feelings hurt alot over the last few days. Is this what happens to you once you get old. You become a big ball of .... cry baby! And that is what I am today ... a big cry baby. My mom is taking me to the hospital and Gary is going to be there to sit with me but people die during routine surgery. I need someone to come over here and slap me up the side of the head. What is wrong with me? And in she walks ... carrying my puppy, Rudy, sleep still in her eyes, she trips over Roxy, drops Rudy and crashes to the floor. Crying like a baby. We sit on the couch together for a muted episode of Handy Manny as she smiles again and sings "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine ... " to her Granny. I am still scared but not nearly as much.