I’ll be prepped for surgery at 6 am.
I’ve been praying all week that God will take my life on the operating table.
I really hope He is real, or He can hear me.
I pray I will bleed to death,
Or maybe my heart will stop, and they won’t be able to find the defibrillator.
Or hopefully someone will accidentally drop a mobile chainsaw on me.
Or maybe the Death Star will crash in the OR, and they will take me with them.
I would be fine with that too.