Surgery #1 is one week away, and I’m ready. Driving home from visiting family in Sacramento today, counting the various places I’ve stopped to use the bathroom over the years, was as good of a reminder as any that my “normal” for the last few years has been anything but normal and no way to live. I’m ready to get on with my life.
I filled out my pre-surgery intake forms tonight. I bought a new robe and slippers for the hospital. My mother-in-law gave me some new pajama pants. Slowly, but surely, I’m getting all of my work stuff squared away (my employer and coworkers have been extremely supportive). I executed my advance directive. I’ve made a list of places I want to eat before surgery and have checked off most of them. I’ve made a list of all the things I need/want to bring to the hospital. I have my Netflix queue and some good books teed up for when I get home. I have my pre-surgery consultation, stoma marking, and MR Enterogram (one last check for Crohn’s) on Wednesday.
One week. Let’s do this.