Like a Patient Etherized Upon a Table*
I'm having surgery tomorrow.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't freaked out.
Because...I'm freaked out.
Also, I'm kind of scared. Of what, exactly, I cannot put my finger one. But, there you go. I'm scared.
Hopefully it will be a nice, routine, boring surgery that would totally not get the residents on Grey's Anatomy excited. That's what I'm hoping for - boring, routine, and also, LAPROSCOPIC. I am really, really hoping for laproscopic, because otherwise, they have to slice my abdomen open, and that will suck.
If the surgery can be done laproscopically, I can go home after one or two nights and go back to work in two to three weeks.
Otherwise, the recovery is a lot longer.
If you are awake at 7:30 Eastern Time tomorrow morning...and can spare a minute to send good, routine, laproscopic thoughts my way...please do.
*The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot