Random Updates

Over the last few days, three unlinked people have have asked (and with genuine suspicion) if I had told my plastic surgeon about the ablation surgery I had the week before last.  WTF?  Yes, I want this surgery more than almost anything.  I do not want it more than, oh...lets say...LIFE.  I told the surgeon about the ablation the very day after I had it.  Ha suspicious haters!!

6 days today.  The surgeon's office e-mailed this morning to tell me to be there at 7, and that surgery will begin promptly at 7:30 (not 8:00 as reported earlier).  I guess they don't want patients spending any time sitting around getting cold feet and deciding they'd rather have a refund.  30 minutes...barely time to draw the pretty purple incision and recision guidelines, slam in an IV line and get the party started.

People ask if I'm feeling nervous.  No.  No more nervous than I would be standing on the cusp of anything else that I've dreamed of for years.  I'm not looking forward to the downtime, but I am excited and looking forward to the surgery.  If I could, I'd like to be awake to experience it.  Muscle plication doesn't work as well without the total relaxation of a general anesthetic though, and I want the plication more than I want to watch.  I may have mentioned this previously, I want plication more than I want my own liver.  Besides, I'll just get a surgical video.  Have cake, eat cake, watch a 6 hour video of the cake...could life be any sweeter?

Those of you voting for counseling are very cute.