Well, tomorrow is the day.

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I'll be out of town for a bit. The prognosis is good though. The chance of a serious problem during the angiography, angioplasty, or adding a stint or several, is in the 1% to 2% range. Even given my luck I should be fine. And, my mother can't say a thing about me 'taking it easy'! Heh. No, she is fine, she is just a busy woman and loves having a little company sometimes. And I like to help, I don't get the chance often, being mostly useless to most of the rest of the world.

I did get information regarding the clinic appointments, but I didn't receive any other information, so I called and called and called. After about an hour, I made contact with someone who knows about the procedure. I have to be there an hour early to get blood work, I need to fast from midnight on (hopefully I will sleep through that, ack!), but I am unsure if I was supposed to take the medicine in the morning or not. Some definitely not, but all of it? I am not doing well today, so attention span is weak. But talking to someone with English as a second language doesn't help. Ah well. I also signed up for online information with the V.A. After I check in and sign up personally, I can then check and order medicine, by name, online, check and change appointments if needed, have direct contact with my clinics and doctors, and some other gunk. Looks good to me.

My mother wanted to ask me something today. I was a bit nervous about it, because when she says she wants to talk, it usually means someone died, or something really bad, otherwise she just says it, usually. So, after I got up and seemed more awake, she asked if I would allow my brother to contact me. Oh, I know. I said I wouldn't consider it. I said it was his fault and I had tried, many times, to horrific rejection. He is taking the blame for it, too. Oh well. I can't refuse, and wouldn't if I could (which, actually, I could, I just won't). But I just don't want it starting about blame or the past or apologies. Just start off with where we are today and what we are planning for tomorrow, as if nothing happened, at the very least for now. If in time he wants to talk about the past, perhaps. But not now. That is the only non-negotiable.

I best get ready. Something like three sets of unders, socks shorts and at least one t-shirt, two pair of jeans, three shirts, and personal kit. I probably won't take soap or shampoo and conditioner. We will be in a decent hotel, not a spooky motel, so I can assume a bit. Hmm, a shower first though. Hmm, I best take a book or two as well. They probably won't let me move much and I might not feel like it.

Have a good weekend. :)