Wednesday is going to suck so bad! I'm more afraid of Wednesday than I am of having surgery on Thursday. Thursday all I have to do is lay down in bed and let people take care of me.

Wednesday I have to travel a few hundred miles, then drink a big bottle of super laxative three hours before I can possibly check in to the place I'm staying. I keep worrying I'm going to end up involuntarily pooping all over my friend's car while she tries to get me from Wendy's to the AirBnB.

It's on me for forgetting about bowel prep when booking the place and making plans. I should have planned to go down tomorrow, so I could already have a private restroom and stuff for bowel prep.

But also, I don't know if I'm actually going to get the AirBnB! I might be trying to get a new place to stay while in bowel distress trying not to poop in my friend's car in a strange part of the country hundreds of miles from home!

I am fucking freaking out about this constantly which is terrible because I should be freaking out over packing for the trip.