First day of hospitalization.
I feel fine.

I’m scheduled for a CT scan, so I head to the hospital without breakfast.

The sensation of the contrast agent entering my body—strange, and not exactly pleasant. Apparently, it puts some strain on the liver; last time, that was pointed out during a foot reflexology session afterward.

In the early afternoon, I start taking laxatives. Things are progressing as expected, though there is some fresh blood, which leaves a slight concern. I’m not feeling pessimistic, but being in a different environment does seem to place some kind of strain on me. I can’t quite get through the books I brought.

At night, I open my laptop and begin typing this.

The view from the window isn’t particularly remarkable. Still, just having a window feels like enough. Last time, there wasn’t one.

I decided to minimize anything that might become a source of stress, so this time I chose this room, even with the additional cost.

The surgery is the day after tomorrow.