…one day more. So my surgery is tomorrow, as in the day after today, as in I’ll get up tomorrow and have my surgery. I thought I’d be freaking out by now, spastic like. In reality I am cool as a cucumber. Totally calm, not nearly as concerned about the people around me who seem understandably worried. It is, after all, a big surgery. This isn’t any out patient surgery. No, this is a kick you in the teeth, knock you down, full on drag out surgery. After all, they are breaking my pelvis 3 times and moving bones and screwing me back together. So why am I not concerned?
I had my pre-op appointment and surgical pre-clearance last week. They drew blood and took X-rays. I met with my doctor who pointed out where they would be doing the cuts and what tools they will use (a saw for 2 cuts and a chisel for 1). We discussed the physical therapy I would have to do (super mild) and that I won’t be walking for a while (at least 6 weeks non weight bearing on crutches + tbd). The doctor said I’d be in the hospital for 4-5 days. And yet, I am totally unconcerned.
I am more concerned about the fact that I’m NOT concerned than I am about the surgery. I have been busy and have had a lot to do so maybe I’m just distracted. Maybe. I think I’m just ok with it all. We’ll see once I wake up tomorrow how chill I am.
Finally, I think I’ll be updating this a lot more starting tomorrow. You know, the day of my surgery.
I don’t have to wait one more day, just a few hours from now. I will get to see you then. Some things have benefits. I wouldn’t be seeing you were it not for this. I’m glad to see you but sad you have to go through such an ordeal. :))
Remember the first day is always the worst. Each day you will improve whether you believe it or not.
Good luck!!!! You’re in good hands :). I’m following 2 weeks behind you (from today) ❤
Thinking of you!
Will be thinking of you and sending good thoughts all day! xo