I should be slipping off into unconsciousness right about now, and hopefully waking up in a few hours endo free.
I have to admit that I'm a little nervous as I write this. All the "what-if's" keep creeping into my mind, and I'm left wondering if perhaps my expectations for healing and an endo free life aren't a little too high. But, I also know that I am in the best hands I could possibly be in and that this has all happened for a reason. That it will all continue to work out the way it was meant to.
And that fear will get me nowhere.
So instead of being nervous, I'm trying to find the humor in it all.
Last night for instance, as I was packing my bag for the hospital and trying to ignore my growling stomach, I pulled out the tube of medicine I had been given to help with nausea. I tend to get sick after surgery, so this had been the suggestion that was made for avoiding that. I was supposed to dab a bit behind my ear last night, then again this morning, and again when I woke up from surgery.
Unfortunately, when I took the lid off and tried to squeeze some out, I managed to shoot the entire contents across the room. It was actually quite comical.
Hopefully I've remembered to remind someone that I've had no anti-nausea meds before they put me under!
My dad has it in his mind that he should be in charge of updating the blog while I'm out, but... I think I'm going to avoid that fiasco at all costs.
The last thing I need is my father authoring my blog.
I promise I'll update everyone as soon as I get the chance though.
Just don't be expecting perfect spelling or grammar, or even coherent sentences.
Because that is probably not going to happen!
But I will let you all know that I'm alive and well when I can.
And from there, it will hopefully be all about healing up and getting better.
Returning to my life.
The way it was meant to be lived.
ADSPACE
