OK – so I think I was way too brave in my last post, saying I’m not worried about having surgery.
I really AM NOT worried about the actual surgery, or the hospital or needles or anesthesia or throwing up in the recovery room and on the ride home. That I can handle. But, today as I have pondered the full effects of this upcoming event, I have gotten very “un-looking-forward-to” the recovery time AFTER the surgery.
And I have a lot of questions.
Like, how long until I’ll be able to pick Ali up? How long will I have to stay in the hospital? How long will I have to be on pain meds that make me puke my guts up unless I’m also on anti-nausea meds that make me black out? And therefore a) not be able to care for Ali, and b) have to have someone with me?
And on and on.
Also, I’m not too happy about having yet another body part removed. I just had a foot bone removed two years ago. At this rate, how many years until I have no parts left?!?!
And why is my body seemingly so much more fragile than Chris’?? In our 7 1/2 years of marriage, I remember Chris going to the doctor ONCE. And this will be my FOURTH SURGERY, not even considering my countless visits to the doctor.
Although, for the record, Chris says my C-Section doesn’t count, because that was his doing as much as mine – I was just the one that had to have the baby removed.
Obviously I am very happy that Chris is so healthy (especially since he’s 5 1/2 years older than me – good thing that I picked a healthy old man!!), I just wish I were as healthy as him!
Anyway, am I falling apart prematurely? Am I going to be a fake hipped, dentured, arthritis-achin’, backbone-fused old lady at the young age of 45??
OK – I know this may either sound like a whiner blog or it may sound like I’m joking and taking all of this too lightly.
I think I actually feel somewhere in between.