All things being equal, I was expecting to be scheduled earlier in the day than later. In fact, I figured that the most awkward time possible would be the one I was given, so I had all but penciled in 8:30 am on my calendar already. That would have ensured the maximum rush hour traffic along with the shift change at the hospital, making the parking garage a disaster zone.
I was wrong.
I have to be at the hospital at 5:30 PM. By that point I will have gone at least 18 hours without eating or drinking anything. I'll get to deal with afternoon rush hour instead of evening rush hour. I'll have my surgery tomorrow night, and then get kicked out of the hospital the next morning. And, to ice my cake, I get to all day to look forward to this little event.
Oh well. Forty-eight hours and I'll be back home and this will all be over with.