It is me, Argo.

07:37 Surgery day I have repeated the procedures from yesterday. The sun outside was shining peacefully as I was strolling down to the department of day surgery as they call it. I was prepped for many hours of waiting like yesterday, but they told me that I was nr.1 on the list and that the surgery will start in 30 minutes . Sounds good to me, I told them. We will find out soon  enough. This time everything went really quick. I was prepared for hours of waiting in hald sleep, but no. The elderly nurse was very active and after changing to blue hopsital clothing, she quickly installed the IV on my right hand and only 10 minutes later we were strolling in the surgery room. The room was crowded as I expected. My doctor was a calm man in his fifties. Asking me some questions before leaving the room saying: " I will be at the coffe room. Let me know when you guys are set to go." That was cool and professional. A younger guy presented himself as an anesthesiology doctor w...

06:54 AM I woke up couple of times at night as I usually do and finally stood up at 05:45. A glance out of the window and a check on how I am feeling told me that it's going to be a good day. Now, don't get me wrong here. I am not an enteral optimist. I do envy those kind of people and sometimes they irritate me, but I am definitely not one of thrm myself. So, I know already in the morning when the day is not so good and I am taking it as it is. But today has a good vibe in it and the world outside the window seems also pretty convinced about it.  I showered twice as I was instructed. I ate my last supper at 15 o'clock yesterday and used my last nicotine pad at 21. My instructions where not to eat or use tobacco or anything else after midnight so I was well ahead of the schedule. I strolled down to the surgical department C7 at 0640 and was met by a nurse called Nina. She showed me the room and gave me the weird blue clothes. There was a man asleep so we had to...