manic?

OK, maybe I am bipolar...

After a few days of being totally down & depressed, I'm completely euphoric in spite of the fact that my surgery is less than 12 hours away. Why? You may well ask, and I will tell you:

The Red Sox won!
The Red Sox won!
THE RED SOX WON!

in Yankee Stadium, too. If ever there were a time when "nani nani boo boo" was appropriate, this is it.

The Yankees, as an organization, are generally a class act. Yankee fans on the other hand, often are not.

we won!we won!we won!we won!we won!we won!we won!we won!we won!we won!

(sigh)

Today was incredibly busy and I should be falling over with exhaustion, but I'm not. Completely tangential happiness will do that to you.

I definitely needed this. In fact, I could even put stock in a theory that the Red Sox won exactly because I needed it... but not very much! (stock, that is. Hee!)

Mom's here, everything went fine picking her up and all. The kids were good today and know I won't see them tomorrow. That will be hard for me, anyway. I may have to look in on them before I go...

OK OK this is it, last entry before I go under the knife, and I'm not going to get all scary and morbid again. Just gotta get through this with a positive attitude.
During my medical history interview today, the nurse asked me: Do you have cancer? and I had to answer, "I don't know, that's why I'm having the surgery." Apparently that's a fairly common answer, she wasn't surprised by it. But here goes: there is no cancer, so I won't need RAI, and I'll be feeling pretty darn good by the end of next week. That's my thought, and I'm holding on to it.