Tomorrow is 21 September. I've stopped the silly "increment the day for each blog entry," especially with Sian. So, I'm sticking with 31 September, simply because September doesn't have 31 days, and increment the hours until October first comes, at which point I'll just increment days.

I just like seeing an entry a day when I go to a given month. At one point, it was a necessary reward to keep me journaling. Nowadays, journaling seems a good way to end my day, sum my thoughts, so I don't need that artifice anymore.

Anyhow, tomorrow is 21 September, the day of my angioplasty. I go in to admitting at 0600 PDT (1300 UTC), undergo the procedure at 0830 PDT (1530 UTC), and should be done with the hard part by 0930 PDT (1630 UTC). They'll keep me inpatient for a day, then discharge me sometime 22 September.

SpouseKitty will be with me for as long as possible, but her bad back makes that a limited spell. I doubt I'll be able to smuggle my laptop in. I might even be barred from using my cell phone, it being a hospital and all.

How do I feel right now? A little nervous. Less so than before my angiogram. That was my first time I knowingly had to do something that could lead to death. Key word here is knowingly; I ride my bike and have near-misses weekly. Some are my fault, others are just fate.

For that, the whole "there's a chance of an adverse medical event" was all that caught my attention. Never mind the 99.95% rate of success. Now that I've done that, this time I'm able to see the 99% rate of success as the key factor. (Yes, the chances are less in my favour. This time, they're doing something more than simply a "look-and-see.")

My biggest fear? Boredom. Or the discomfort of trying to sleep while connected to all those tubes and monitors. Or a too-short IV when I need to ... TMI? Yeah, probably. Hopefully, I'll have some ideas for the stories currently in progress.

Thanks for the support and good wishes.

*Edit - changing the dates back to 30 September at admin's request. Oops.