Well, after a 6-hour drive, I settled into the hotel near Dallas around 1 a.m. today. Had the appointment with Dr. Stewart's office this morning. It included a vitamin D shot that is supposed to last one year. I'm very interested in seeing how my labs are in a few months. Then I had the admission/X-ray/blood work appointment at the hospital this afternoon. The hospital is swanky! It's like a super luxurious hotel. And everyone I spoke with was wonderfully friendly and seemed happy to be there. Maybe hospitals that are privately owned (by surgeons) are the way to go!
So I sit here sipping my broth (isn't white wine a clear liquid?!?!) watching trash TV and ready to pop my Ambien. No real anxiety. No real anything. This just doesn't seem real. It's no longer this thing I want to do that's been floating around on this unreachable cloud, but now it's this life-changing thing that's actually happening.....tomorrow. This must be what denial feels like. But I'll take this over an anxiety attack any day!
Oh yeah, and the *******s at the hotel just made fresh chocolate chip cookies. They must be piping that smell through the AC system! Sick *******s!

I'm ignoring the most awesome smell in the world and raise my glass of warm broth to you all. Cheers to all those up next! And thanks to the vets for so much great advice.