Operation's Eve
Jun. 14th, 2011 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterJust finished showering with antiseptic body wash, and am about ready to get into bed. This is it: last night before the surgery. By this time tomorrow, I will probably be as groggy as heck, and in some serious pain from where they cut my arm open and drilled into my bones. It's not a terribly pleasant thought.
On the other hand, it might be better than the alternative of not being in any pain at all. It's always a little scary to think about being put under and cut open. The cutting-open part isn't really what scares me, so much as it is the putting-under part. And it's not so much the actual being put under as is the possibility something might go wrong along the way. Of course, I've been put under before, at least three times, and it's always come out all right.
We don't think a whole lot about our own mortality – at least until we get a little older than I am now. It's something I try not to think about as much as possible, and I keep hoping that in a few decades they will have a magical life-extension pill so I can put off worrying about it a little longer. But every so often, you get to the point where it stares you in the face.
Rationally, I know I'm going to be fine – the chances of anything actually going wrong are nearly infinitesimal. But you tend to worry when you're going into a situation that is so far out of your control.
Anyway, I will have my iPad and iPod Touch with me – at least after I wake up – and will try to post something here to let people know I'm okay…relatively speaking, anyway. For now, I'm going to go to bed and get a good nights sleep. I think I'm going to be sleeping a lot over the next few days.
On the other hand, it might be better than the alternative of not being in any pain at all. It's always a little scary to think about being put under and cut open. The cutting-open part isn't really what scares me, so much as it is the putting-under part. And it's not so much the actual being put under as is the possibility something might go wrong along the way. Of course, I've been put under before, at least three times, and it's always come out all right.
We don't think a whole lot about our own mortality – at least until we get a little older than I am now. It's something I try not to think about as much as possible, and I keep hoping that in a few decades they will have a magical life-extension pill so I can put off worrying about it a little longer. But every so often, you get to the point where it stares you in the face.
Rationally, I know I'm going to be fine – the chances of anything actually going wrong are nearly infinitesimal. But you tend to worry when you're going into a situation that is so far out of your control.
Anyway, I will have my iPad and iPod Touch with me – at least after I wake up – and will try to post something here to let people know I'm okay…relatively speaking, anyway. For now, I'm going to go to bed and get a good nights sleep. I think I'm going to be sleeping a lot over the next few days.
