One More Week

It's May 24th, a Thursday.  A week from now, I'll be spending my first night at the hospital, having had surgery at some point earlier in the day.

People keep asking me if I'm A) Nervous or B) Excited.

And the answer is yes, to both.  I'm nervous about having surgery.  But I'm nervous about weird stuff.  Like, how uncomfortable is that catheter going to be?  The fact that I'm getting put under and cut open and having a chunk of bone sawed off it not really the most concerning part. I think it's because it's something I'm not going to experience.  The post-surgery pain is going to be a reality, but it's not as if I'll be listening to them hammer in my new ball joint.

But I'm also excited.  I really, really believe that this surgery will greatly improve my quality of life.  This last week of work was rough.  This next week is going to be even worse, since I'm not allowed to take any pain killers starting tomorrow.  I can't walk anywhere, I can't tie my own shoes, and I'm sure it looks painfully hilarious whenever I attempt to get up from the picnic table at lunch.  It's going to make work easier and life in general much more bearable.

One more week.