You may notice the lack of a pithy title unless I later think of one and change. Of course, in that case, I would probably also erase these two sentences…
It is 6:46 am on the day of my surgery. A modified radical mastectomy, right side only. I have faithfully followed the pre-op instructions re not eating after midnight, sleeping on clean sheets, showers last night and this morning etc. I will be leaving for the hospital in about twenty minutes.
I am nervous since I have never had surgery before and it is hard to imagine what it will look like after. It is going to happen so today my focus is really just to make the timings and directions. I know that, like the procedures I had before, the doctors and nurses will be doing their best to make me comfortable and do a good job, and then it will be over.
Must go, my ride will be arriving soon and I want to let the girls know I’m on my way.
I am all registered and am waiting at day surgernot
Done the next step of questions etc. We were joking with the nurse about the post-op direction not to try to go back to work today. Who in their right mind would go back to work?!
Awake again! I have had a coffee and we are talking about politics.