I have called to check my admission time and am fully prepared to not eat anything from midnight on Sunday.

I am just waiting for something to go wrong.

Maybe the doctor will be sick, maybe I�ll be sick, maybe the anaesthesiologist won�t be able to find a vein, maybe the drill will break, maybe...yes, indeed maybe.

I could be freaking out just a little bit. I think I may have freaked out a little less with the tonsils because there was less complications and things that could go wrong.

I could get some space thing with my sinuses (I can�t remember exactly what it was he said, it just sounds painful), I could lose feeling in my tongue, my cheek, my jaw, it could get infected. Ugh. So many things to worry about.

Maybe (and I haven�t grossly overused that word at all today) I should just focus on all the jelly I�ll be making on the weekend and consuming in my recovery period. And the custard. And the fruches. And the other multitude of sloppy dessert things I can eat with a spoon. And maybe I can ask the doctor to give me the bits of teeth (he said he has to quarter them to get them out) in a little jar so I can laugh at them.

I am completely confident I will not put on any weight next week ;oP

"Children, please do not touch the approaching whale...she might bite"

Tyd

4 August 2006 - 3:01 pm

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