Fridays are generally designated drinking days around these woods. But I can't even muster up a Mixer and Mingle post.
5:30 Monday morning I'll be heading back to the hospital to change into that blue printed gown. I'll lay down on the bed, with the stark white sheets, the heated blanket, and wince as they insert an IV into my arm. I'll stare up at those taunting operating room lights one more time as I drift off into an induced nap.
Hopefully I'll wake up an hour or two later sans gallbladder and no other issues. But 2013 hasnt really been the year where things go as planned.
It's not really even the surgery that has me nervous, it's the post-op and the recovery. The lung operation jaded me. I have a hard time believing there could be any worse feeling than that early morning excruciating pain I had, and then the emotional and psychological side of it.
Maybe I was a little bit crazy, maybe I still am crazy being this worried about a simple outpatient procedure. Regardless it's still someone being inside my body effing with an organ I was born with, and I think that's grounds enough to have a bit of anxiety.
Maybe if you've got some good juju lying around, throw it my way? I promise to repay the favor one day!