It is raining. I can't eat. I can't drink. And wouldn't you know it, there is a full moon. At least it is the Flower Moon and not something really ominous. Still--surgery on a full moon. I am numb with anxiety. I'm a big macho baby. Very typical, stereotypical. . . a meme. Now there is just the waiting. Six hours until surgery. Just sitting, thinking. It is a day to be gotten over.
I am in the hands of a doctor now, someone I've spoken to for maybe four minutes. I have no idea what I will be required to do, post-op. I never asked. He never said.
The waiting is awful.
I have nothing clever. See you on the other side.
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