It is Sunday, the day before my surgery.
Last time, with my shoulder, I was so full of drugs that by the time my surgery rolled around I was chipper and enthusiastic.
This time I am FREAKING OUT.
The problem I have is that the upper eyelid on my bad eye is drooping and the bottom eyelid is, I don’t know, doing something funky that the surgeon explained to me but I don’t see it so, whatever, just fix it and don’t tell me about it.
So he will fix it. He will fix it by SLICING MY EYELID OPEN WITH A SCALPEL!!!!!!! WHILE I AM CONSCIOUS!!!!!
And my therapist is away. IN ANOTHER COUNTRY!!!!!!! Boo hoo hoooooooo!
Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have let go of her leg.
Oy. I need to calm down.
AAAAGGGHHHH!!!!! Unsuccessful calming down!!!
Alright, I will try again. With lots of lovely Bach and Mozart and Haydn and relaxation CD’s that tell me, nicely, to stop acting like a nut.
Keep your fingers crossed for me everyone. :)