As badly as I want the surgery to be over with, I’m still a bit apprehensive about it. In a matter of hours, I will be lying flat on a stainless steel table while masked strangers wearing rubber gloves poke and prod at my innards with sterilized instruments–and quite possibly a camera. (Watch for the video on YouTube within hours of the surgery :))
I’m a bit grumpy. As with any surgery, I had to stop eating and drinking at midnight so I pigged-out until then. Not the ideal situation for a lifestyle change but it had to be done. Waking up with a dry mouth and not being able to quench it with a sip of water was…less than fun.
I’ve been just okay up to this point but I’m sure I’ll begin to get really nervous as I’m being prepared. My wish is to be lying there, have the anesthesiologist knock the holy crap out of me and wake up all fixed in what will seem like 5 minutes. I’ll deal with the recovery.
So that’s it; I’ll be relaxing with The Kid and Ann until it’s time (3:30pm PST but I must arrive for tests and whatnot at 2:30pm PST). In fact, they are eating breakfast as I type–and I’m drooling in jealousy. A bowl of cereal never looked so good.
Many thanks to all of my well-wishers, friends and everybody else who stumbles upon this blog who have taken the time to lend their support. It has been much appreciated and I look forward to getting back to blogging as soon as I’m able.
See you in a few days 🙂
A special “thank you” to my local Fox affiliate for showing episodes of King of the Hill and The Simpsons that related to my situation perfectly.
In “Bobby Goes Nuts” Bobby Hill attends a YMCA self-defense class and discovers that kicking people in the testicles is the best way to protect himself. The best part is when he kicks Hank and literally puts him out of commission for days, which reminded me of how I will be after surgery. It was absolutely hysterical considering how I will be later today.
“Thirty Minutes Over Tokyo” finds the Simpson family playing a Japanese game show in order to win their plane tickets back to the U.S. At one point, Homer is dangling in a pig piñata and mentions something about “putting his hernia back in place.”
Fox, your timing was impeccable. And I applaud you.
What will it take for me to last two or three days in bed? Click on the image and read zee notes.
As one last hurrah, we’re heading to Disneyland tomorrow morning in the hopes The Kid can finally ride the Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage. Personally, they won’t be able to get me near the thing. I have a problem with being squeezed into those subs with a lot of people and while I’m sure there’s adequate oxygen, I simply could never handle being “trapped” in there (even before the renovation). But get me on a rollercoaster and I’m beyond happy.
And yes, the Haunted Mansion is closed so that’s a bummer. But the payoff is indeed worth the few weeks of inconvenience: Haunted Mansion Holiday season is upon us! Additionally, today we purchased tickets for Mickey’s Halloween Treat which is always a good time. I’m looking forward to visiting just about every weekend once the Haunted Mansion revamp is complete since at this point, we’re only blacked-out the weekend of Thanksgiving and week of Christmas. Cool.
Because we will be out tomorrow, this may be the last post for at least three days since surgery is on Tuesday afternoon. But who knows–I may post just before I leave for the operation.
Alright, as some of you may have noticed, I have been alluding to something that would be revealed in time in more than a few of my posts. Whenever the phrase was mentioned it was linked to a music video with the word “time” in its title. Cheesy, I know. But it kept your attention shifted.
So now the time has come for me to reveal to you, my six two loyal readers, what all of the secrecy was about.
I’m going in for hernia repair surgery this Tuesday, September 11. However, this is nothing new. It’s been a long time in the making. I figured that since I have medical benefits at work that will probably cover things, and that I really should be looking out for myself now that The Kid is getting older, now was the time to do it.
Some history. Basically, I’ve had it for some time now (and no, you don’t need to know how long). It’s extremely uncomfortable at times, especially after walking long distances or standing for a long time. And if you really, really need to know what type of hernia it is, Google “inguinal hernia” and stand back. You guys may cringe at the sight.
But not me. I’ve lived with it for so long that I’m actually looking forward to the surgery, to a time when I can wake up in the morning and not feel tremendous pressure in my nether-regions.