Eight days and counting....

Jan 08, 2011

I met with my surgeon on Friday. He was running late - more than an hour - as he was in surgery that afternoon. I'm not sure if it was scheduled or emergency, but I didn't mind waiting. I just kept thinking about what I tell patients who come into the medical office where I work when the doc is running behind: if the doc needed to take that much time out for you too, he would.

So, I finally got in to see him - and got weighed, realizing that my scale at home is off by about two pounds, and not in a good way! Once I was in he was very prompt, and he was very, very nice. He was calm, he wasn't in a rush, and he took the time to explain everything in detail to my mother and I. He answered all of my questions - most of them without my having to ask. I felt very comfortable with him, he was open and honest, and put me at ease about the surgery.

Now my surgery is just over a week away, and even though meeting with my surgeon had calmed me down significantly, I'm still nervous. I'm nervous about the anestesia - I've never had any major surgery before - and I'm nervous about recovery in the hospital. I'm nervous about going back to work so soon after the procedure (I only have two weeks of sick leave). I'm nervous about possible complications, I'm nervous about eating after the surgery is done, and I'm nervous - or anxious, I guess it a better word - about the possibility of having to undergo more surgery in the future for cosmetic purposes. I'm praying my skin decides to act like a rubber band and snap right back, but I know that's probably not going to be the case.

So, I'm apprehensive on all fronts, I guess. Hopefully the feeling will pass as the week goes by.

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