Pole Dancing In The Dark

Wish me luck

So, yeah, tomorrow...

Tomorrow I am going under the knife. So that they (the doctors) can fix the things that are wrong with me and remove the things that can’t fix. I know I am making a much bigger deal out of it than it is, but keep in mind, the only surgery I have ever had before was tonsillectomy when I was three. Needless to say, I don’t remember much other than my aunt visiting me while on her lunch break (she worked in that hospital.)

Besides, it’s not like the being knocked out and then sliced and diced part is going to bother me, it’s the pre-surgery crap… like the IV. I hate IVs, I hate needles and I absolutely abhor catheters (not sure if that’s going to be part of the process, but naturally that is the big thing I am obsessing over). The last time I had an IV, the dickhead that shoved the Holland tunnel into my arm told me to stop being such a baby. Less the 5 hours later, my hand had swollen to twice it’s size. Apparently the jerk crammed a tube in that was too large for my veins… yeah, that I am obsessing over.

I know, things could be a lot worse. I could be going in for something far more invasive. But I’m still a tad nervous. And this had better be worth it…

But before then, I get to go to the podiatrist, out to dinner, then onto The Lion King… so today is a fairly full day.

Wish me luck.