After 15 months of waiting, the day of my breast reduction is almost here (want to know why I’m doing it? Read this!). I check in to the hospital tomorrow for my surgery. I don’t know what time because I don’t find that out until later today. I have to call at a certain time to find out when to be there. I’m not sure they realize how anxiety inducing that is for someone like me. I NEED to know ahead of time (and by more than 18 hours, thank you very much).
All kinds of things are swimming around in my head:
- I don’t know how to take my nose ring out. Will I have to? I know it says to take jewelry out but are they that particular or or or?
- I can’t eat after midnight. I’m sure I will be starving just because I can’t. That’s always how it is, right?
- I have to get an IV. My veins are the worst so this is actually the part I’m most worried about. Crazy!
- I can’t raise my arms above my head for at least a week. Who knew how many times you actually do that in a day. *puts glasses on counter along with anything else I may need*
- I can’t drive for at least a week. What do I need to buy at the grocery store so we don’t all starve? (yes, this is a ridiculous one because my husband will be home and he totally knows where the grocery store is though he doesn’t go very often).
Honestly, this whole post (and my brain) is a little bit crazy. I know that people go in for surgeries every single day and are FINE. This is my first real surgery, though. (Other than getting my wisdom teeth taken out.) So I’m extra freaked out just because I’ve never been through this before. The fear of the unknown is big, yo.
But even though I am scared, I will get through this day and get through tomorrow. Then it will be done and all I will have left to do is recover and get back to my life. The anticipation is always worse than the reality for me. So tomorrow, cross your fingers for me!