My first thought this morning when my demon cats woke me at 4:30 as usual was, "This is the last day I have to endure this pain." I know there will be pain post-op but it should be manageable and should gradually decrease and hopefully disappear someday - better than feeling it get worse day by day. I've been telling myself such things as, "Tomorrow at this time I should be in pre-op, waiting to go into surgery. I know I'll be visited by 10-20 staff members, some causing minor pain and others just introducing themselves and asking if I know why I'm there. I found that funny last time and probably will again. I should tell them I'm about to deliver my baby, but at 74 I might be labelled a troublemaker or worse and be sent for a psych eval.
When I scheduled this surgery, I told my surgeon I didn't want a nerve block (after rejecting one for my knee last year and never regretting it) and he said to "just tell the anesthesiologist when he comes around." I was hoping it wouldn't be ordered, thus preventing him/her from coming to me but maybe they just show up for all patients. At any rate, I'll have no trouble sending the person on his/her way.
Yesterday my man wanted to go to the furniture store as we're moving into our new house in a few months and need several things. He asked if I felt up to "walking a long way today." I did not even feel like walking from my recliner to the kitchen to get lunch so had to turn him down. I know I'm being a baby but it hurts. Bottom line. We have plenty of time to shop when I'm better able to walk, and I'll enjoy it much more. He understood and was fine with waiting, but overall I think he's more excited than I about after surgery because I'll be able/willing to do so much more. He's pretty concerned about the surgery itself but I keep telling him, "piece of cake. I go to sleep, other people do all the work, I wake up, pee, and go home."
I'll "talk" to you all soon. Have a great day.