Minimally Invasive, My Ass

Everyone keeps saying "oh no need to worry"  "It is a simple procedure" etc.  And I appreciate the happy thoughts.  I really do.  The one that is killing me however is "Don't worry; it's minimally invasive".  The doctor said it to me when he told me I needed it, the surgeon told me when I did my Pre-Up appointment and I've had many other friends and family use the term "minimally invasive".

Let me tell you when it's YOUR body that they are thinking of cutting open, it doesn't really matter how little they are cutting.  There is nothing minimal about it.  There is a man eating Cheerios right now, or kissing his wife good-bye that will later take some form of sharp instrument and slice into me while I am asleep. 

Minimally Invasive, My Ass!

So, I used their weird red soap and I am ready to go.  My bag is packed and my hair is unproducted.  I haven't eaten since 10am (which really isn't that bad) and Ashley is getting ready to drive me to the hospital.  Last night I woke up at around 3am and started to freak out.  All the "what ifs", but I had so many nice messages, texts, and phone calls that you all really did calm me down.  I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the well wishes, prayers, and thoughts.  I feel really pretty relaxed at this point, though I think I'll probably get a little nervous as time gets closer.  I probably will not have my phone on me from now until after I get out of recovery so I'm not ignoring you (like normal).

 At 10:45- Throw an extra one up for me.  Thanks!