Well, tomorrow morning at 8:45 I will be under the knife. I'm having my hernia repaired (because I was looking for an ailment that would make me sound like a 74 year old man.) Up until about an hour ago I haven't been too nervous. Now... I'm thinking I've watched a few too many episodes of Grey's Anatomy. No, my surgeon is no McDreamy (he's a bit more like Old McDonald) but I'm seriously hoping for no drama. No shooter sneaking in to take revenge, no students taking a crack at my groin. No interns arguing over who is sleeping with who. If I can escape with a nice little dose of a good pain reliever, I'm good to go.
More than the actual surgery, I'm dreading the recovery. Several days of no driving. Two weeks of no lifting. Use my own judgement on starting up my work outs. Yada yada. It's just hard to know what it will all be like. Up and down the stairs. 3 little kids. 1 dog with his own set of issues. You know... life.
Although its against what I stand for, I'm moving a tv into our room. I've bought some books at the half price book store and I'll have my computer on hand.
Wish me luck. No drama. And a little McDreamy wouldn't hurt either ;)
See you on the other side.