December 10, 2007

Am I Allowed to Wear Underwear and Other Stupid Stuff

I’m sitting here today waiting for the hospital to call me so I can get my surgery officially scheduled.  Then I can start the arrangements and start lining up family members to take care of the girls, and most importantly, make me food and bring me my pain meds. 

I felt great all weekend long and actually slept.  I felt relieved that I’ll be having the surgery.  I honestly think the surgeon broke scar tissue loose or something on Friday because all the progress I made at PT over the past few weeks seems to be gone.  My knee is wobblier than ever.  Last night the insomnia started again.  It usually goes something like this:

I climb into bed and get all my pillows situated around my knee and say my nightly prayers.  I always start out praying for other people, before I get around to myself.  Last night I finished up my prayers by asking for the surgery to go well and have no complications and that it gets me back to normal, that I’ll be able to make it through the first week of bad pain. . .

And then my mind starts to wander. . .

I really want a femoral nerve block, but they have to do it right at the bikini line.  I don’t want a bunch of people staring at my bikini line.  That’s too close to my "business."  Maybe I should just not get a nerve block.  I wonder if they’ll let me keep my underwear on.  I really hope they do.  If they don’t, that’s going to really suck.  I’ll be unconscious, practically naked, with all these people around.  What if the surgeon lifts my knee up and sees my butt?  I don’t want anyone to see my butt.  Why wouldn’t they let me keep underwear on?  I mean, it’s not like they’re operating on my private parts.  What if they put a urinary catheter in though?  If they do that I can’t wear underwear.  Oh my God, what if they put a catheter in!  Wait, I’m not allowed to eat or drink anything, so that’s probably not an issue, me having to pee while in surgery right?  I won’t need a catheter. . . but what if I do? 

What if I wake up and I still have a drain in my knee?  He said he might send me home with a drain in my knee if there’s lots of blood.  How is there NOT going to be lots of blood?  I mean, it’s knee surgery.  If there’s a drain in my knee, there’s no way I’m going home like that only to have to go the next day to the doctor’s office to get it taken out.  I’ll just stay overnight.

What if I do stay overnight and I have a horrible roommate?  What if my roommate listens to CNN all night long and coughs a lot or poops his pants or something and it smells and I throw up?  That will be awful.  What if I throw up from seeing a drain in my knee?  Oh my God, that would be AWFUL!  Maybe I don’t want to stay overnight, but maybe I should stay overnight. Maybe they’ll give me my own room. I doubt it though because when my dad had his surgery, he had roommates once he got moved out of ICU. 

This is stupid. You need to calm yourself down and just go to sleep.  Nothing bad is going to happen.  If your dad can have a craniotomy and be o.k., you can have knee surgery and be o.k.  And who cares about the underwear thing. . . I mean, really.  They’ve seen it all right?  Ok, count or something. Yes, let’s count sheep.  One, two, three, four, five. . .

I wonder if I’ll ever be able to jump again like those sheep?

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Ten is probably the number they’ll tell me to start counting at when they’re putting me to sleep. 

Oh God.  I hope I don’t get sick from the anesthesia.  I hope I have a very experienced person who is on top of his/her game.  I hope the people don’t talk about me while they’re operating on me.  What if I can still hear them?  What if I can feel what they’re doing but can’t move and tell them?  I’m definitely getting the nerve block for that very reason. . .

Ok, better start over with the sheep.  Relax, relax, relax, go to sleep.

One, two, three. . .

See what I mean?  It is EXHAUSTING having the brain that I have.

Edited to add:  It’s official.  The 17th it is.  Now I just have to wait for a report time. 

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