It's time

Tonight's the last night before heading out to Boston and quite honestly, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm thinking I want to eat steak--medium rare. My dad will prob. pick it up from the Greek diner down the block. Stec suggested Jake's in Riverdale, but when I looked into it, it still would have been a trek on bus and train. Apparently the owner got convicted of cheating the city $525,000 in tax dollars this past April. Crazy.

Richie and Solomon came by with pizza and hung out for a while, it was a blessing! We talked about all sorts of things and I shared my nervousness about Boston. I don't like not knowing how I'm going to wake up. And quite honestly, I'm tired of throat surgery. I'm tired of this trach nonsense. But I have to do this if I'm going to get rid of this thing. This isn't even the worst of it. This is small potatoes. So I submit myself again and I have faith things will be for God's glory. I have done so much already! We prayed and I'm really not shaking in my boots. I just want it over with. I'm anticipating the warmer, more professional care at Mass General and the quick recovery.

I was hoping to have some time to visit Spaulding rehabilitation center before I checked into my room but I don't think that's going to happen. Fooey! I really wanted an opportunity to check out another SCI rehab site but it's hard when I'm imprisoned here. Ah well.

So 6:30 is my time of departure. I will not be a happy camper! One has to be very cautious waking me up that early...