Freaky Friday

Friday the 13th lived up to its reputation.
I had a long day and here at the end of it, an unanswered question: Am I having out-patient surgery Tuesday or will I spend the night in the hospital?
I'm having what's called a port procedure to have a catheter implanted in my chest. Basically, it will make it easier to take chemo and get my blood drawn. Today, I was stuck three different times in three different places (Have I mentioned I hate needles?). With the port, I would have been stuck once. The surgery, I'm told, lasts about 40 minutes and recovery is about an hour. Then it's head for home. But when I went to preadmission testing today, it was discovered my surgeon had scheduled me to be hospitalized for 23-24 hours. No one knew why, and by the time it was discovered, the surgeon's office was closed. A nurse theorized the surgeon may want a long observation time because I've already started chemotherapy. So, I have to contact the surgeon's office Monday and find out what the deal is. Meantime, my wife had scheduled to be off work to take care of me on Tuesday, but not Wednesday. Monday is MLK Day, so it will be hard over the long weekend to get alternative transportation if I have to spend the night in the hospital. It may not seem to be a big deal, but when you add up all the appointments I have to reschedule and how much juggling around her job my wife has to do, it is a pain. In addition, my surgery was changed from 8:30 to 8 a.m., meaning I'll have to try to change my radiation treatment from 8 to 7:30 a.m. I am supposed to have radiation at 3:30 p.m. everyday. Of eight treatments, four have been at 3:30. ...
AAAAUUUUGGHH! ...
I did see Gumby, my radiation contraption, today. Still no visible effects from the treatments. ...
Chemo is a done deal for 21 to 28 days. Had another five-hour session today. It started out strangely: I had gained 4 pounds overnight. No, it wasn't the sugar cookies my co-workers sent me yesterday. Turns out the steroids are causing me to retain water. A diuretic took care of the problem. Made me "pee like a horse," to quote my chemo nurse of the day. Next, an IV was inserted, but didn't work. It was taken out and another inserted. It worked (Have I mentioned I hate needles?). No problems yet with chemo, but all the nurses are predicting a bad weekend for me. Nausea will be the culprit, they say. We'll see. Please pray I don't spend too much time praying at the porcelain altar. ...
I am looking forward to Saturday and Sunday. No needles! (Have I mentioned ...)