Cool, Calm, and Collected???

For some odd reason, my day has gone by without a single bit of worry or fear.  With my surgery coming up in about 7 hours, I feel like its a normal day.  The only downside to my day is the ridiculous laxative they made me take.  I had to start taking it at work due to the time requirements.  I spent the day thinking about the silly "what if's"! Like, what if I look sickly, what if I don't know how to be skinny, or what if my husband doesn't like the new me.   Silly right? Well maybe!  I know my ramblings are not unique to some of my fellow banders.  On the eve of my surgery I will forget about all the synical thoughts and actions and remember that I was Cool, Calm, and Collected.