263 HOURS
You know how when you're eager for something, time goes by very slowly? Or how when you're dreading something (or afraid), time goes by very quickly? I consider myself both blessed and cursed. Yes, I want this surgery, and can't wait to drop a pants size (or twenty). But I also have a little voice whispering all of the scary things to me. That little voice has really sent the time continuum into warp, because I barely have time to blink my eyes before another day is done. I am glad for this, because once my surgery is over, I won't have to worry so much and can get on with my life. On the flip side of the coin, time is moving too fast and I don't feel 100% mentally prepared. At least I'm about 85% prepared!