I’ve been trying to think of an illustration to describe Thursday. Maybe like taking candy from a baby? Candy from a baby is easy. Maybe “taking candy from a rabid baby” is better?
I haven’t come up with a fitting illustration to say that I started Thursday feeling at peace. I ended it feeling scared and nervous. The rabid baby chewed me up a little.
7:30 – Be at pre-op. They send us to the blood lab. My list includes checking for cocaine, pot and drugs I’ve never heard of. If I got a positive result on any of them I’d be booted to the curb like a stray cat coming to my door …9:45 – Why were we here at 7:30? Owww, my bum hurts … Paperwork, consent forms, meet with anesthesia and learn how I will get put out. “Um, can you knock me out now and wake me after it’s done?” Thud! My joke hit the floor without nary a smile. (Challenge: Use “nary” in a sentence tomorrow.)
10:00 Family meeting for Josh. 11:00 I meet with Dr. Gordon. Nice guy. Sense of humor. I like him. 1:00 Meet with my surgeon, Dr, Pompaceli. He draws pretty liver pictures and uses big words. I like him too. I bet he uses “nary” in conversation a lot! He tells me about a million complications that can kill me. I don’t like that. 1:30 – My family meeting with a me doll – except he has hair.
2:45 – Ultrasound. Is it just me or are they really just looking at radar weather maps? My tech is gentle like a yak. I tell her stuff hurts and she says, “Sorry, we’re almost done.” How long is “almost?” Mathematically: A=(time)x pain:1-10 + yak to the 10th . With my yak tech, “almost” was much too long. 3:30 Squeeze into my little clown car and hit every bump for 102 miles.
From peace to nervousness and fear in 8 short hours. Maybe the buffalo thing works after all. I’m pumped about my new roller skates but I can’t seem to get those buffalo out of my head.
Spent today hanging out, resting up my sore back, laying on a heating pad and enjoying listening to Josh play and sing. My pal Bob brought lunch and hung out with me. He read Psalm 27 to me and then prayed. I love that Yankee-lover guy and the way we razz each other.
What else? Oh yeah, I remember … Josh and I went buffalo hunting. We wheeled n there a I said, “Drain me again. I dare ya.” They sucked out 1400 ml more from my left lung cavity. Then we skated out of there with heads held high.