Slice and Dice

Well, tomorrow is the big day.

For the first time in my life, I'm going under the knife. I'm going to have a portion of my body permanently removed. Cold metal objects are going to pierce my pristine flesh and slice away parts of my anatomy. I'll be probed and disected like some redneck on an alien's operating table.

Okay, I'm getting a bit melodramatic. But still, I'm not exactly excited about it. Thankfully, as I've said before, they're not going to have to really slice me open. Just a few small incisions to put in the instruments. I may even get to see a few pics of my innards, which is kind of cool.

But as with any surgery, there are risks. I'll be deep under ansesthesia, and there will be cutting, sewing and cautorizing.

Mostly I'm worried about the aftermath. How long will it take to recuperate? How long will I be down and out? Is there going to be much pain?

I hate pain. Of course, I've been pretty damn uncomfortable for he last several months, so I suppose a little pain in the short term to get rid of discomfort and pain in the long run is a good thing. And fear is no big deal, unless it causes you to freeze up, or balk at doing something necessary.

I'm not sure why I'm writing all this, except that blogging is always rather cathartic.

Anyway, I just wanted to drop in and say a few words before it all goes down.
I'll pop round after it's all over to let you all know how it went. Except I'll be doing it without a gall bladder.

See you all soon.

MST