So I made it through my last day of work before taking off for surgery at 8:30 tomorrow morning. However...

All week I've had less energy, but thought it was because I started my liquid pre-op diet. Yesterday I woke up sweating, but thought it was because I accidentally left the heat on when I went to bed. Last night I couldn't get warm, but thought it was because I had turned the heat off during the day and the temperature here in the desert decided to take a dip once the sun went down. This morning I woke up with a not-exactly sore but I think it may be sore left side of the back of my throat, but thought it was because I finally got a decent night's sleep since resuming work after winter break. Now, I'm concerned that I might have a cold.

I don't know if it's a cold. I'm trying to convince myself that it couldn't possibly be a cold because if it is a cold then I won't be able to have surgery in the morning, right? I know I have a thermometer somewhere in my flat, probably the top drawer of my dresser, but who knows if it still works because I never use it because I NEVER get sick! How ironic it would be to get sick for the first time in I don't know how long the DAY BEFORE I go in for surgery.

Maybe it's just nerves.

In other news, I finally stopped by the little chicken man and picked up not one, but two rotisserie chickens to make a giant pot of loveliness. If only I could actually eat the chicken. I dream of eating the chicken, but don't dare do anything that may mess up getting my band tomorrow. Like getting a cold. At least I'm saving all the meat to make awesome chicken salad for when I move onto the mushy stage of my post-op diet. Let's hope that stage comes sooner than later...