Okay, I have to say it. While I don't like this liquid diet, I'm not a puddle of starving tears like I thought I'd be by now. Yes, I'm hungry.

I locked myself in here while my DH and roomie indulged in Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches and leftover baked gingerbread. The smell alone was driving me nuts.

Maintaining self-control isn't easy. I'm calmly sipping my bouillion in isolation and distracting myself with work. I think I've done very well.

Even the Lovanox shot in my belly wasn't as bad as I feared. Yes, it stung. Ironically, the sting of the fluid dissipating through my body for the next two hours was worse. I wasn't happy, but I'm okay. I think I'll even be able to remain cool and collected when I get the second shot tomorrow.

Best of all was a phone call from Dr. Baptista himself today. I nearly fainted when I heard his distinctive voice and accent. After reviewing my medical records and consulting with the anesthesia department of the hospital, he's changed his mind. With my permission, he's ordered a PIC line after all. So, I have to go extra early on Friday morning so they have time to insert the line. I'm okay with that, especially since he took the time to call. What a sweetie!

Lena

Wooo-Hooo! Here we go! Are you excited? I'm excited for you! Don't be afraid. I wish I wasn't as afraid as I was, I would've been able to enjoy the "moment" that my life was changing, more so, if I wasn't so scared. I don't know why this surgery seems to scare people as much as it does? Maybe it's the fear of so much unknown, or the apprehension of wanting this to work so badly... or maybe it's wondering who you really are when you're not bogged down by the weight...who knows? Try to relax. It's a piece of cake...uh, I mean...broth...jello...you know, what I mean!