Mostly, I am
staying in a good head space. But every
now and then I fall back on the nagging fears. Most are pretty normal and
understandable. How much pain will I be in? Will I get sick from the meds? Will
I have a roommate that snores or talks in her sleep? Will *I* snore or talk in
my sleep???
Occasionally
there will be the ridiculous few moments of “What if I wake up in the hospital
and everyone is gone”…just like Jim in 28 Days Later, or more recently Rick in
The Walking Dead. Then I imagine a whole
zombie apocalypse scenario, with me
trying to fight my way out of the hospital and I am pretty bad ass, until I
remember I will be hooked up to a spinal that numbs my lower body and oh yeah…the
8 inch incision will not be conducive to zombie slaying. And I won’t have a 9mm
handy and even if I did, I will have a 10lb carry limit, so wouldn't be able to haul enough ammo to make it out of the building, especially if I follow the
double tap rule!
Thankfully, today has
mostly been a nagging fears sort of day and not a zombie fighting day. Just not feeling as upbeat and positive as I
have been. Worried about the pain. When
it comes right down to it, I consider myself a wimp. I can suck it up and deal with the pain when
I am in public, but the husband knows the real me. He sees me when I am being a
big baby at home. Thankfully, he accepts me as I am. Security blanket and all.
Tomorrow is
pre-op prep day. I plan
to make it as positive a day as possible. Treating
myself to a hot stone massage in the morning. Taking the husband to see The
Heat in the afternoon so we can laugh. (going to be a struggle though. No
popcorn for me!) Then maybe a game of Apples to Apples with the girls when we
get home. Then the fun stuff starts. I will pack an overnight bag and then do the prep with Fleets. Can't express my joy.
In other
news, I have lost 8lbs since the beginning of June. Weight is another issue I am sure I will bring
up later. I have about 60-70 lbs to get
rid of. Lost 40lbs a year and a half
ago. 35 found their way back home. (I
stopped running due to an injury and did not restart. Got bogged down with
stress and depression and turned to comfort food…blah, blah, blah) SOOO…I
have hopes that once I am recovered, I will restart C25K (Couch to 5K) and get
my ample ass moving again.
42 hours to go.
You'll get there, sweetie. Have someone sit with you the day and night the day after the operation. That's the toughest time. Maybe someone could smuggle in a chicken - lighten things up. :)
ReplyDeleteThey could bring in a basket of baby chicks. People bring in therapy dogs all the time. They could bring in therapy chickens!! I like this idea, Kathy!
DeleteLove you, love you, love you!
ReplyDeleteI love you, too. :)
DeleteWhat J. said :) Sending you so much love pretty lady :)
ReplyDeleteOkay, the Zombie issue was funny, but I don't think you need to worry. You are related to and know some of THE most Zombie-Apolcalypse-prepared folks on the planet. No worries there. Lol.
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