Welcome to D-Day...FINALLY. It's 430 am and i am getting my act together to head on over to the hospital. Still not really that nervous and that seems to surprise people. You know, I've been waiting, HOPING, for this day for over a year now when this whole convoluted process began. Its more of a relief than it is nerve wracking. However there are 2 things that freak me out:
1 - Spending the night at the hospital. I just want to be in my bed. Is that so hard????
2 - Waking up with my mouth wired shut.
The second is a tad bit more scary than the first. I think some good meds will get me through the night. But I think I may have a panic attack when i wake up and i cannot communicate. Its a scary thought. I was talking with a friend who recently lost his licence and he had some very sage words: We really take advantage of those simple conveniences like being able to drive a car or speak. I think you'll find within a week or 2, how much you really miss just saying Hello to someone.
So true.
So here i sit. Last day with my old crooked face...kind of sobering right? I've had this for 27 years, and now, I'll look different. Not Joan Rivers different, but enough for people to ask me if I got a haircut. So wish me luck. I'll be back on Wednesday with pictures and a whole trick-or-treat bag of medications. (and no I will not share. I will need every last one)
Talk to you soon!!
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