Going into the hospital this afternoon. Should be a fairly routine procedure. They're going to anesthetize me groggy, but not out, and then stick a tube into my bronchial passageways to see how they look. I'm trying not to dwell too much on the tube-sticking part. When it's over, I go home, then get to lounge around on the couch, letting the anesthesia run its course through my system. I expect there will be napping.
I'm not supposed to eat or drink anything. Midnight was the last time I could put anything in my stomach. I drank a lot of water then so I could put off dehydration for as long as possible. Now, I'm fighting to not to dwell on food. And coffee. I'm really craving coffee.
I'm not phobic about hospitals or medical procedures, but they're not my favorite things either.
Cranked out another 1000 words on the fantasy piece. Trying to figure out where I want to go with this. There's enough of a story burbling around in my head to extend it out to a longer work--novelette or novella--if I wanted to. But at the same time, I could also wrap this up within normal short story lengths if I kept it bare bones. Ponder ponder ponder.
Saw on the Nightshade discussion board that next up at Sci-Fiction will be a novella co-written by Gardner Dozois, George R.R. Martin, and Daniel Abraham. Ellen Datlow is publishing it as a serial in three parts. It'll be interesting reviewing this one. Also, there was a little commentary on my Tangent reviews, which is cool. Nice to know I'm being read.