It’s Friday and we all made it out alive. I hope. My day started out like a cartoon. Woke up and filled the french press with coffee and hot water.Grabbed a travel mug I haven’t used in a long time, but I felt the need for a lot of coffee.
Before I put the lid on I always take a nice big mouthful to get me to my office. Only this time when I raised it to my mouth there was a spider staring back at me. In. My. Coffee.
We are not spider people here. Nary a one of us is spider savvy. First I screamed, then I dumped the entire thing in the sink and flushed it out. Now I was down to my backup cup.It looked perfectly fine but by this time I’m not sure of what I’m seeing anymore since yesterday when I swatted what I thought was an ant and it was a shadow. So I took out my tiny strainer and strained that cup of coffee. It was fine. But by that time I was feeling those pre-anxiety jitters. I have to see my shrink today. It’s a thing I have to do before the transplant so I was already a little amped up. Instead of giving in to it, I just made another pot of coffee and all is now right with the world.
I don’t mind going to see my psych doctor. He is from Mississippi too, so we usually end up lamenting the foods we miss from home. But this time I am going to have to talk to him about how I feel about this surgery. The fact that I will be asleep the entire time is not comforting to me. A million things could happen while I’m out. How well do we know this anesthesiologist guy anyway? I mean he could have been up drinking half the night for all I know. And speaking of that, who in the hell is at their best at 6 a.m.? Have they had their coffee? Are they cool, sober and ready to make history here?
My Momma says it will be fine. I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. I’m being overly dramatic. And she’s right. I know that logically, but emotionally, not so much. So I’m going to try and keep it together and remember what Corbin (4) said. Wow! Maybe you’ll have super powers!