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Thoughts popping into my head while I’m trying to do other things . . .
I wonder if I’ll snore so badly in the hospital that I’ll get my own room?
Will the hospital room have an ocean view? (will be at a hospital along the coast) Since my previous surgery was 364 days before this one, any chance for an upgrade, like they do on cruise ships? Thus, an ocean view?
Will Aliza Cat be ok without me for several days? She tends to pull out her hair and make ugly “holes” in her fur when she gets stressed. It doesn’t happen too often, but she’s been working on one now…like she already knows I’m leaving.
I need surgery hair. Need what? You heard me: surgery hair. I’ll talk about it more in a minute.
Hope I can wear my own slipper socks in the hospital – mine are way cuter.
Will I actually gross my own self out with the tube coming out of my side? I know it will only be like that for a few days, but I just might gross myself out. Haven’t thought of any way to make the tube idea any less gross, other than possibly Mod Podge-ing the tube and covering it with glitter. Although supposedly the doctors need that tube to remain see-through…so much for that idea.
I can’t wear my wedding band and engagement ring during surgery and while in the hospital. That sucks. I don’t wear tons of jewelry, and that’s fine if I have to forego earrings, but at least if I could keep my wedding band on…it is a calming thing to me.
I keep replaying the conversation between me and the anesthesiologist during pre-admission testing:
Me: Since this surgery will be between 3 and 6 hours, and I’ll be getting lots of anesthesia during that time, is there a high potential I’m going to get sick from it?
Me: Sooooo…. Can you give me the anti-nausea stuff too?
The last thing I need is to feel gross in the hospital, then look in a mirror and not see coiffed hair. And by coiffed I mean my usually artfully orchestrated messy bed-head style curly hair. I work at making it look naturally messy and unkempt, let me tell you!
I made an appointment with my favorite hair stylist in the entire world, and when I told her I needed surgery hair – and because she “gets” me – she knew exactly what I was talking about. I’m thinking of something a bit shorter, easier to “not” deal with, that will look fine for a few days while being sprayed and fluffed with dry shampoo by my hopefully willing husband or more likely by my Mom. And getting the roots done while I’m at it isn’t a bad idea either. Then, when I’m home and uncomfortable with a tube still stuck inside of me for a month, I don’t have to worry about my hair at all. Smart, right?
You think it’s a crazy idea? You don’t know me very well yet!