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 shocked at how I swooned when he went to take it out.

Based on my research this next one sounds to be the grossest yet. And the most uncomfortable. What a summer this will be! I already think of how I am going to miss going to the pool. Manny Pacquiao fights 4 days after my surgery. The family always goes to Limericks to watch his fights. They think I am overreacting when I think I won't be able to go out that early. I guess we will see.

Last night I had a dream about operation day. It had the most ridiculous concerns in it (ie. I bought a painting RIGHT before surgery and they had to bring it into the OR with me because I had no room assignment yet!) and I wonder if this is my mind's way of making light of the situation. If only I could fast forward through this operation and recovery and get to the "Leah feeling good, feeling great" stage I'd be one happy girl. I wonder if I'll feel relieved as soon as I wake up after the surgery? It can only go uphill from there.