I'm off in a couple of hours to the clinic to have my chest port removed, for the second time. It's a very minor outpatient procedure lasting less than an hour under local anaesthetic only. Which involves a doctor and a nurse digging about in my chest for most of that time, via an entry wound just close enough to my right clavicle that I can't actually see what they're doing. Fairly twitchy about that, even though I've had this exact procedure before. The last time, I was so nervous that I took two Lorazepam before I went in. By the time I got to the clinic, I could barely walk, I was so looped.
I think I'll stick to one Lorazepam this time.
Of course, after mentioning last night to mlerules how well I sleep and how consistently I sleep well, I had a terrible night's sleep. Though I wasn't consciously worrying about the procedure today, I rather assume that medical stress played its part.
I've lunch with a friend from high school today, and I'm due at the Ooligan Press social tonight with lizzyshannon and the_child, otherwise I'd be tempted to pop two Lorazepam, call in a sick day, and sleep off the stress post-procedure.
So, yeah. Yesterday's no writing was due to schedule whackiness (of the good kind, a nice potluck dinner, among other things) and me wanting a day of brain break between sections of Their Currents Turn Awry. It's quite possible today will be no writing as well due to me being in a drug-induced haze and medically stressed out. Or not. We shall see.