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Nov. 22nd, 2006 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trixtahSo, it's choppy-choppy day for my knee on Friday. I seem to be alternating between totally forgetting about it and quite a bit of nervousness. I've never had surgery of any description before, nor anaesthetics. However, it's not quite that part that bothers me. I'm more worried about how it will be after. Will it hurt too much? While I've got a decent pain threshold, there is definitely a value of too much that I don't want to exceed. Will I be ambulatory enough? The idea of being totally incapacitated gives me the squicks, to be frank. And, if something stressful does result in that realm (eg. not being able to go back to work on Tuesday), will I manage that well enough? And not unload all over the wrong objects?
While I had chronic bronchitis (which laid me up for weeks at a time) and undiagnosed asthma as a kid, as an adult I've been pretty robust and strong. I suppose it might be an opportunity to learn some humility. Not actually a lesson that has any appeal to me whatsoever (since I don't exactly have a problem with a swollen ego).
However, everything's pretty much at the ready. I have food laid in for when I get back home. The OGF will be driving me there (Sydney) tomorrow and back on Sunday and mopping my fevered brow in between. The king-sized hotel room with kitchenette is booked, although I found out today there is no offstreet parking. Gah, I didn't check when I booked (too late now). The CDL has offered many supportive words and to spring into action if at all necessary when I'm back in Canberra.
The nice thing is that I know that I actually am not a bad patient, I'm exceedingly grateful, even when I feel (rarely) ratshit. Well, we'll see how it goes.
ETA: Anyways, there are always the puppays of extreme preciousness to perve at. They make everything better, and there are even some yappy dogs that can make me laugh.
While I had chronic bronchitis (which laid me up for weeks at a time) and undiagnosed asthma as a kid, as an adult I've been pretty robust and strong. I suppose it might be an opportunity to learn some humility. Not actually a lesson that has any appeal to me whatsoever (since I don't exactly have a problem with a swollen ego).
However, everything's pretty much at the ready. I have food laid in for when I get back home. The OGF will be driving me there (Sydney) tomorrow and back on Sunday and mopping my fevered brow in between. The king-sized hotel room with kitchenette is booked, although I found out today there is no offstreet parking. Gah, I didn't check when I booked (too late now). The CDL has offered many supportive words and to spring into action if at all necessary when I'm back in Canberra.
The nice thing is that I know that I actually am not a bad patient, I'm exceedingly grateful, even when I feel (rarely) ratshit. Well, we'll see how it goes.
ETA: Anyways, there are always the puppays of extreme preciousness to perve at. They make everything better, and there are even some yappy dogs that can make me laugh.
