Yesterday evening, as the tornado was rolling through, my surgeon called. I didn’t hear the phone.. (there was a tornado rolling through.. !), but he left a message. Surgery will be on Tuesday. He will confirm the exact time of day on Monday. That suddenly seems very soon! Immediately counting in my head the number of times I have left to poop on the pot like a big boy! (whoa.. just occurred to me.. toilet training my kids will be pretty strange!)
I was feeling pretty crappy yesterday. Hurting. Nauseous. Listless, etc. Having the date set really made for a mental shift, though. I somehow hadn’t been thinking about what’s coming up in really concrete terms. Imagining the adjustment, yes.. Thinking about the time in the hospital, and how intensely boring that will be. Dreading being catheterized (in the context of things, a strange thing to be anxious about!) What they’re getting ready to do is pretty crazy, though. It bears noting. I mean, moving the main waste line in a house would be no small task.. digging in to the walls and breaking into a gigantic black pipe stack, changing it’s course and taking it out the front to a new septic tank, instead of allowing it to go deep into the street and connect to the main city sewer line. But it makes sense.. you can imagine that. These guys are planning to do that to my BODY!! WTF! That’s nuts. Who even figured out that it could be done! It sounds like science fiction to me. I wonder if there are any other general plumbing modifications that it would make sense to have them do while they’re in there! I mean.. not to make light, but it seems crazy that you can think of the body as a bunch of systems that can be modified like that.
I’ll be speaking with the surgeon when he gets in to his office at 10. Lunch at noon with my main doc. I may have an update later on.
Thank you all for reading. It continues to be a great source of comfort for us to know that you’re out there following along.