4 days till my surgery.  3 work days left.  Funny but it has snuck up on me fast.  Today I’m wishing I had more time.  Not sure what for but just more time.   The anxiety that slaps me in the back of the head numerous times a day is making me want to run and hide or pretend this isn’t happening.  It’s hard sometimes to be ‘brave’ when I can’t control what is going to happen or don’t KNOW what is going to happen.   Even when I’m away from actual conversation with people, the conversation is continual in my head.  I’m almost to the point of being sick of it.  I want a new book with a new chapter to start from, with a better ending.  This mystery novel is too long and I can’t seem to skip pages to get to the end faster.