morphine at sunrise

I can hear Sunrise on TV in the background, and a south african doctor is using the word 'persists' a lot. It's quite funny.

Off to hospital today for surgery. I have never been so nervous. Am trying to contain it. Forced myself to sleep in for as long as is humanly possible when your stomach is turning (8.00am).

Watched the news, pretended to eat my beloved porridge (I'm fasting) and saw a world in pain, which put things slightly into perspective, until a Mumbai bombing victim was flown into Sydney and said to be recuperating at North Shore Private - which is where I'm going to spend the next four days.

I hate the inevitable wait that something bad is going to happen. I'm not assuming the badness will be death; the badness is surgery, stitches, morphine, cathaters (?), anaesthetic, not eating etc.

Also, to top off the beginning of what I assume will be an awful week, on Sunday night I saw a news break with the following: second twin toddler dies after near drowning, bombs and Mumbai, dead Australian solider in Afghanistan.

I was immediately prompted to read Job.

Spell check didn't work for me on this post - excuse the poor spelling.

I need to remember, if the morphine doesn't fry my brain, to wrap Jess' christmas gift and ask her about googledocs, before and on Saturday. Someone please remind me.

And get Human Nature off my TV. I thought Sunrise were over stupid music men.