Back in December, I had a check up at the girly doctor. At that checkup, they found a polyp on the wall of my uterus that must be removed. And tomorrow I will be going in for surgery.
Frankly, I’m freaking out about it. I know I shouldn’t be, but when they include paperwork on Living Wills and Do Not Resuscitate orders in a pre-surgery packet, it makes me think about things. Things like…
My husband doesn’t even know where my children’s pediatrician office is located.
Or where their social security cards or birth certificates are.
Or who would feed them. And bathe them. And give them “sisses” on their owies.
Not to mention the surgery is at 11:45am which presents two issues. First, I can’t eat or drink anything after midnight and with the surgery being past breakfast and near lunchtime, I’m sure I won’t be feeling very well (I get dizzy when I don’t eat). And second, I had to ask my (wonderful!) neighbor if she could pick my oldest son up from the bus and, depending on what time I’m finished at the hospital, I will either have to ask another neighbor to watch him in the evening or send my husband to get him. So much for hoping for an 8am appointment!
Oh, and I’m having one other thing done that’s worth mentioning. A tubal ligation. If you know anything about my 3 year old, then you probably know that he is somewhat like the devil in a tiny body. He’s too smart for his own britches. And if he would have been the first, well, he would have been the last. And now he will be.
Because of this, I will be down for approximately one week (according to the physician) so you may not hear much from me. Plus, I don’t think you’ll want me posting deals for you while I’m flying like a kite on Percocet.