:sniff: I thought I was good, but apparently not

I'm scared. I have to go in to have my gall bladder removed tomorrow, and the closer it gets the more afraid I am. See, I've only been in the hospital to be born. My own kids were born in a birthing center and I've never so much as broken a bone. Even though the surgery is laproscopic and the surgeon has done this over 5000 times (he told me so) I'm still terrified of general anesthesia. I've been trying to relax and get a grip today, but I can't help think of what might happen. I've given DH instruction to print out all my saved scrapbook pages for the children. He's being less than sympathetic, as usual. (He has very little patience for my emotional outbursts, but despite that I still keep having them.) I asked him to take me out to dinner tonight and he said, "Why, do you think it will be your last meal?" He was only joking, but I didn't need that in my head. So, I will be in the hospital beginning tomorrow at 12:30, surgery is at 1:30 and I hope to be back home on Saturday morning. I plan to be as annoying as possible so they'll let me go sooner. Also, I'm pretending that the flock of hundreds of shrieking birds that just landed in my backyard is not a bad omen.