Pre-Op

No innuendo meant by the graphic's phrase "Have you ever played doctor?" It was meant as it would be in a child's innocent eyes.

Well, I took the muggy 30 minute walk to the clinic for the pre-op stuff.

Stepped into a puddle of water halfway to the clinic. Make that a nice foot-sogged walk to the clinic.

I saw the nice splothes on my socks from aforementioned mishap into a puddle. Hmm, no time to do a psychology test of what I see in those splotches. Nice dirty splotches by the toe area. I see splotches on a sock, silly. After all, splotches are splotches. Only difference is the size and shape. Show me a cloud. Now we're talkin'. I'm more imaginative with that. Why not use that to check my mental capabilities?

Got blood drawn (nice of you, vein, to show up for the lab tech) for bleeding time (to see if I am not a bleeder and how fast my blood clots or scabs over, I call it thrombo-time.), a CBC (complete blood count), and another one for my kidney function (didn't hear exactly what it was). No EKG, though. The doctor didn't think that I needed one. I also had my blood pressure checked and it is normal. (Guess that's the only thing "normal" about me, LOL)

She checked my ears. Yep, still there.

I did a pretty good imitation of "ahhh" for her as she looked down my throat. I wonder if she saw butterflies down there? Okay, I wasn't nervous at all. So I don't think she saw anything.

I am CALM. Heart's beating normally. Breathing is normal. . I know all the risks. But look what I can gain-better hearing, along with a nice big fat juicy hospital bill.

I am thinking (Oh oh, look out), can I make my head bra (you know, the gauze that gets wrapped snugly around the head to keep pressure on the ear) look sporty or fashionable? Stylish? Wouldn't that be fun? Let's find a really cool bandanna. (Does gauze come in different colors? Well, a girl's gotta look nice.)

To be honest with you all, I am calm. Amazingly calm. (I was like this when I had to take tests or for my weddings-married twice. Also for presentations. Until the first few hours before an event, I usually don't break a sweat (now why do they phrase it that way? How can a sweat be broken? It's wet. Duh.)

As far am my calmness goes, it's the calm before the storm. Ask me on the very day of my surgery. For sure I will have very strong energetic grasshoppers bouncing around in my stomach. Dare I back out at the last minute? NOT.

Don't get me wrong, I do get panic attacks here and there, but brush it aside. In the meantime, still staying busy....

Thanks for your your good vibes, thoughts, and prayers. Much appreciated.

OXOX