Surgery tomorrow

About a month ago I got a phone call from my surgeon's office informing me they had a date availble to operate on my right knee. For the past thirty or so days, I've been a little indifferent about it and have paid little attention to the impending scalpel-to-flesh meeting. That's changed a bit today.

Now aware that in less than sixteen hours I'll be sitting in a hospital waiting room, reading a book and waiting for nurses to come and prep me, I'm starting to get a little nervous. I'm not scared that there will be a complication of some kind, or that I won't come out of anesthesia in the correct amount of time and will be locked onto a ventilator for days. I'm worried about how much it's going to hurt once the initial morphine wears off. I'm serious.

And, to top it off, I don't necessarily want them to keep hitting me with morphine or give me a shitload of pain meds. I just want to be able to get out of bed on Wednesday morning and not be in a crippling amount of pain. Although I'm sure it won't be as bad as I'm making it out to be, this is my first time (and, definitely not the last -- or the second last, for that matter) under the knife, I'm not too sure of what to expect.

In the coming weeks I'm going to have a lot of time to myself, laying on my bed. I plan on doing a lot of reading and movie-watching, but I've also instilled in myself a decree to rejuvenate my blogging. I know I've said it before, but, now I actually really do have some time on my hands. This summer has been a particularly busy one. More so than I can remember of any recent summers, and I haven't been spending too much time online. And the time I am spending online tends to be wasted on Facebook instead of here or on Too Real (which is another story altogether, btw).

I'm sure I'll be back here on Wednesday with a post-op report. Hopefully it won't be full of too many drug-addled euphemisms and makes some kind of sense. See you then.