Tuesday, June 20, 2017
So, this procedure I'm going to have done at 730 AM on Wednesday is pretty straightforward, and being performed by a surgeon that is very experienced in this procedure. So, basically, I haven't really worried about it at all. But then I go to the store to stock up on Gatorade and ginger ale and a couple of snacks, and within that 2 mile drive, I turn on the radio, which was previously tuned to NPR, and there's an interview with the writer Sherman Alexie, and he's talking about a near death experience during brain surgery to remove a benign tumor.
What the heck, universe, why you gotta do that to me?
Well, maybe I should have been a little apprehensive of this all along, after all, it requires mucking around inside the skull. But I haven't been. And to tell truth, I'm just a little annoyed at the timing of that interview, which I wouldn't have heard had I not decided at the last second to go out and grabbing that stuff. I ain't skeered, not really.
But i kind of do wish I hadn't felt sick today and slept all day, making me unlikely to get much sleep before I have to head off to the hospital. Checking out, falling into slumber would have been a nice way to ignore these little creeping doubts/thoughts.
On the plus side, after this, I can get back to whining about how I can't lose this stupid weight (I kid...mostly!)