There are a few minor tasks yet to be performed before putting on the dreaded hospital gowns, but for the most part, I think I can fill my head up with epic fantasy (I've finished re-reading George R. R. Martin's first two instalments in the A Song of Ice and Fire series - A Game of Thrones and A Clash of Kings and am well underway on A Storm of Swords). Not only is this pure escapist fare, my hope is that it will provide distraction and components for the pain-killer delusions and dream-time life I'll have while recovering from surgery. Swords, dragons, dire-wolves, giants, sailing vessels, gold, intrigue, sex and sorcery - it's all there and should fit nicely in the surreal world of intensive care and the surgical ward.
Again, I am struck by the essential goodness of most people. I always seem so close to tears these days, not just because of anxiety and uncertainty, but because people have been so supportive and thoughtful. The words expressed don't matter so much as the generosity of spirit and the expansive attitudes. As I've said before, "Life sucks, people are great!"
So, I think I'll keep to the basics over the next day and a half - mow the lawn, get my eye glasses tightened, get a haircut, sign a revised will and powers of attorney, enjoy some Starbucks coffee with my wife, drive my youngest son to his evening class at the university and read about Tyrion, Jaime, Arya, Jon, Daenerys and the world of Westeros (see a good map here).