Suzie and I met two Chicagoland friends for breakfast. Â During the meal, I found out my surgery was to take place at 6 am the next day. Â It takes 13 hours to get back from Chicago and we wound up leaving around 4pm which made for a somewhat tight window. Â Suzie offered to drive but a combination of snow and back pain prevented her from doing so for long. Â There’s a different feeling to being in the car alone driving over a long distance and being in the car with someone and doing all the driving. Â Switching drivers would have been unsafe so I tried to think of Suzie as a hologram or foreign exchange student and that prevent the emotional part of my brain from being annoyed. Â Suzie offered to come home with me and be there after surgery but I declined. Â My abdomen would be hit with the surgical equivalent of a battering ram. Â I wouldn’t want anyone there.
Today was my last day as a fat man and I lived it up. Â I had sticky buns with breakfast, some toffee with lunch, and when the fasting mark started 8 hours before surgery I celebrated with a large quesadilla from Sheetz. Â When that proved insufficient, Suzie gave me some of her french fries and popcorn chicken.
It was 10pm, I was five hours from home, and I was having mediocre popcorn chicken in a car with my best friend after we drove 1800 miles to go to an anime convention and Chicago. Â This is the life I feel I’ve earned and for the first time I feel proud of it.
Time to face tomorrow.