It's the Final Countdown...
In nine days I am going to lie on a table, close my eyes, and wake up a little less stacked. It has been consuming a lot of my "thinking-time" as of late. I still worry, but if I was truly terrified I think I would have backed out by now. What troubles me the most is the recovery. I don't know what to expect. Or actually, I've been told what to expect and have heard from those who have undergone the procedure what I can expect, but I am hoping for better. Wisdom teeth? That was a breeze; the surgeon was surprised I was on the phone when he did his evening follow-up call. Corneal transplant? A piece of cake. Yes, I was out of school for a while (I can't even remember how long anymore) but I do not recall any pain or discomfort...just an inconvenience if anything. My parotidectomy? That one was a little gross -- I recall getting faint when the time came for the doctor to remove that icky drain post-op. I mean, yes, I was happy to get rid of it but I was ...