My surgery is scheduled for 12.30 tomorrow. We have to be there at 10.30 to register and get organized. I have to stop drinking my acceptable clear fluids by 8.30. No food after midnight tonight.
At least it’s relatively early. I don’t have to spend the whole day starving and anxious. And hopefully that means I’ll be out of recovery and home before dinner.
I’d like to say I’m calm, cool, collected. But I’m not. I’m a barrel of nerves.
Q. is really stressed about it and is trying not to show it. But he nearly bit my head off when I said the other day, “If something goes really wrong, I don’t want to be a vegetable.”
Not that it’s going to go that wrong. But I thought I should put my wishes out there. Because, you know, we don’t have wills. Or anything like that. And it’s been on our to-do list for years, but we never seem to get around to it.
But it’ll be fine. Here’s hoping for some light endometriosis that can be easily excised.
Damn. Really wish I wasn’t lining up for this tomorrow.