Yesterday I got a call from my surgeons office to go over insurance stuff and turns out it makes more (financial) sense to have the surgery done this year. I asked if they had any openings and they said the only appointment was this Wednesday. Like a day and a half from then.
After thinking about it for a bit I decided just to go and get it over with rather than have it hang over my head. Plus Em told me recovering over Christmas was a great idea. She always knows what to say.
I spent the rest of the day doing laundry, getting as many things in order around the house, getting my shift covered at work for today, and stressing out about going under general anesthesia. Actually the recovery part is what I’m most nervous about. Remember my completely irrational fear of yacking? Please cross fingers they have some good stuff that prevents that. That, and the drive home from SF post surgery. It’s supposed to rain and my discharge time is smack in the middle of rush hour traffic. Lovely.
The good news is I will be running 3 weeks earlier than I anticipated and Mike is taking some time off work to
be my slave take care of me. And I can stare at my Christmas tree all drugged up. That is shall be interesting. Ha!
Plus I already have some volunteers to come chill out on the couch, watch Christmas movies, eat popcorn & ice cream and get fat with me.
So today will be all about getting my pre op stuff done, wrapping up loose ends, hopefully getting a pedi and trying really hard not to freak out. Can you believe I have never had surgery (do having my wisdom teeth out count?) or stitches? The fear of the unknown is quite terrifying.
Since I will have quite a bit of time on my hands, I’ll check in with you on here in a couple days. In the meantime, Mike will probably be making fun of me on Insta so maybe check there for updates if you are interested. Feel free to join him, it’s kinda how we deal with tough stuff ’round here.
Catch ya on the flip side.