In a little over a week, I'm going to be unconscious while people I don't really know cut me open and mess around with my insides. I'll most likely need to stay overnight in a hospital (something I've never done before), and will be on medication that will do who knows what to my upper cognitive functions. Eric's going to be home with me, so I won't be completely alone, but it's not something I'm looking forward to.
My coworkers keep telling me to look at it like it's a nice little break. I'll be completely offline for a few days, and then working from home for a week afterwards to give me some more time to recover from the surgery before I fight the public transit commute. It would be one thing if I were taking some kind of vacation, but that's not what this is.
My doctor remains awesome, and she knows how nerve-wracking this is for me. (She said that she much prefers to have patients who are nervous about surgery than those who are a little too excited about it.) Right now, I just have to get things in order for work so I can leave for a few days and not be leaving a mess behind for my coworkers, all while fighting the mother of all panic attacks with some crippling pain to go with it.
Stupid bodies. Can't I trade it in for a newer model?
