I’m lying on my bed, barely able to move. I’m wiped. I have a number of substances in me, and as a result, I’m actually quite relaxed. It feels good to lay here quietly, and comfortably for a while.
I hope I can mimic this mood tomorrow when I go in for my MRI. (I’ll take a travel pack of substances). We will meet with the neural surgeon afterwards and hopefully will have a plan after that.
On the surface, I have felt mostly at ease about all this. This cutting into my head. I worry a little about how it will turn out. I’d like to function well after it is done. I’d like to function better than I have been.
If I can’t function, I think I’d just like to be cut loose. Let me fly through the universe.