Okay…reality is seeping in. Spoke to a bunch of friends over the last few days and I must say I cringe when I hear: “Good luck”. Why…it implies bad luck is possible or that I even or my surgeon needs good luck. Yikes!
So what do I want them to say? NFI. On the other hand, it’s true meaning is…”I have to say something and I care…so: Good Luck.” Works for me!
Now to get on with the day. Last minute consulting deliverables and what to pack for the hospital and an inquiry about a clinical trial. Hmmm.
3pm: Just got a call, surgery has been moved up to 8:30 in the morning instead of 12:30. Oh boy maybe I’ll get lunch and dinner at Chez Sibley. I’m starting to get the pre-game jitters. Hope the surgeon isn’t!
