If Dr. Cox said it was necessary, I trusted him. I would have done anything he told me to, I don't know why I have such a deep respect for Dr. Cox, he's really just, well, you can't really describe the man... so many words have been used and many people have tried, asshole, jerk, pompous idiot... yeah, that's him. But he has a thoughtful side as well. I always try to see the good in people. And I see the good in that man. I think that anyone who becomes a doctor has to have some amount of good in them.

The night before surgery... I hate it. I'm so nervous I can feel my heart beating faster and faster, which I don't know if that is safe or not in case that I do have a heart condition... Great now I'm worried about that!

"Slow down my beating heart." Maybe that wasn't a good idea...

I tried to warm myself under the thin hospital blanket but it was no use. Why the heck is it so cold in here? I'm definitely writing a letter, to who I have no idea.

I couldn't sleep so I paged Turk. When he came I asked him to give me something to knock me out for the night. Tylenol PM, go figure.

"I know you're nervous man. But don't worry, it's going to be okay. You know that right?"

"Yeah," I lied, "Thanks, man."

"Look, I gotta go, but I'll be here all night if you need me. So if you need me...for anything, page me."

"Yeah."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." My voice sounded so weak. I felt so weak. Maybe the medicine was kicking in.

Lord, I hope so. I can't stand myself much longer. Tomorrow, not much longer now... my eyelids began to droop. Everything was getting cloudy and I longed for my bed at home. That's it, drifting off now...

Suddenly the door burst open bringing with it an unbelievable amount of light. Oh my goodness I'm dying, the light, the light!

"J.D.!" Elliot said in her not so elegant voice. "I just wanted to come by and tell you good luck tomorrow."

"Jank you Jelliot." I slurred. Can Tylenol PM affect your speech?

"Oh, you poor baby! I'll let you sleep. See you in the morning."

I didn't' know she had left until 5 minutes later, and I realized I was talking gibberish to myself. Something about Raisinettes.

Ah yes, drifting off again.