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Three weeks.
Mar 08, 2010
Barring any unforseen circumstances, this time...three weeks from now...I'll be resting in my hospital bed, showing everyone how hardcore I am by not pressing the pain button. I'll be the tough one asking for my sneakers so I can walk the hall. I am woman, hear me roar.
Okay, to be honest, I'm getting nervous. I know that it's normal at this point to go through all the emotions, sometimes all of them in the same day. I still can't believe that this is finally happening for me. I think the reality of it all will probably start on the 14th when I begin my all-liquid diet.
I'm trying to not let anything bring me down, but it seems like the closer my surgery date gets, the more stress mounts up on top of me. So much to worry about. I live alone, what if something happens in the middle of the night during my recovery and I need help? What if I have a complication? My surgeon is 250 miles away. My insurance will pay for surgery, but not complications. I need this surgery to go flawlessly, and I need my recovery to be speedy and perfect. Am I asking too much?
I know I shouldn't get worked up over things that haven't happened and that are out of my control, but it's hard sometimes. So, I'll just keep smiling, and counting down the days.
