Talking about myself.
Oct. 16th, 2008 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckI'm trying to get prepared for the next few weeks.
I'm not quite sure which metaphor to use: standing on the edge of a cliff or at the feet of a huge mountain. The optimist in me prefers the mountain imagery - it's a steep road ahead, but at least there is a peak to reach and a view to enjoy. On the other hand, it feels more like I'm about to drop into the unknown and while I hope I'll fall gently into something soft and bouncy it's still scary. Hmm, maybe it's more like a parachute jump? I'm nervous as hell, but after free falling I'll drift slowly to the ground hoping for a soft landing.
That sounds rather melodramatic, doesn't it?
So, the realist inside me tells me that it isn't such a big deal, that I'll be in good hands. To take it slowly and step by step. That it's good that I'm organizing lesson plans for my absence from school. That I'll know more on Tuesday afternoon.
I've got a hospital appointment on Tuesday where my reproductive organs will be prodded and probed. The same day I'll find out the date for the surgery to remove two fibroids and correct my misshapen uterus. The hospital stay is likely to last seven to ten days. Total recovery time is something like two to three weeks.
This scares me a lot.
Because all of this is new.
I've had two smaller procedures done this year and both went well, but I was allowed home straight away. My experience of hospital stays is very limited - the first six weeks of my life which I of course don't remember and an over-night stay in January which was rather traumatic.
I'm trying not to worry too much and instead focus on getting organized: I need more pyjamas and books and so on.
I'm not quite sure which metaphor to use: standing on the edge of a cliff or at the feet of a huge mountain. The optimist in me prefers the mountain imagery - it's a steep road ahead, but at least there is a peak to reach and a view to enjoy. On the other hand, it feels more like I'm about to drop into the unknown and while I hope I'll fall gently into something soft and bouncy it's still scary. Hmm, maybe it's more like a parachute jump? I'm nervous as hell, but after free falling I'll drift slowly to the ground hoping for a soft landing.
That sounds rather melodramatic, doesn't it?
So, the realist inside me tells me that it isn't such a big deal, that I'll be in good hands. To take it slowly and step by step. That it's good that I'm organizing lesson plans for my absence from school. That I'll know more on Tuesday afternoon.
I've got a hospital appointment on Tuesday where my reproductive organs will be prodded and probed. The same day I'll find out the date for the surgery to remove two fibroids and correct my misshapen uterus. The hospital stay is likely to last seven to ten days. Total recovery time is something like two to three weeks.
This scares me a lot.
Because all of this is new.
I've had two smaller procedures done this year and both went well, but I was allowed home straight away. My experience of hospital stays is very limited - the first six weeks of my life which I of course don't remember and an over-night stay in January which was rather traumatic.
I'm trying not to worry too much and instead focus on getting organized: I need more pyjamas and books and so on.
