Mortality
My surgery is Friday. ... female stuff ... something I've been wanting done for about five years and finally whined at the doctors enough they submitted to the insurance company, who approved it. But I digress.
I'm counting down 'til Friday, but otherwise I'm just pecking away at getting stuff done at work. I have to take a considerable time off to heal and don't want any weird loose ends dangling. Anyway, a few girlfriends have asked me if I'm nervous. ... no, not really.
Sure, bad stuff can happen. Risky things, surgeries. I have to have "the talk" with Husband. He won't make it easy because he doesn't care to contemplate his mortality. And discussing my mortality reminds him of his.
I expect everything will go swimmingly and I'll be home Saturday, higher than a kite, on painkillers. Which I plan to begin weaning myself from on Monday.
But all this got me started thinking. I'm not particularly nervous. Why?
... Faith in an afterlife? Dunno'. I've never seen anything to confirm or deny its existence. Guess I'll find out someday.
... Hiding the nervousness because of how it would effect those around me? Maybe, but other than planning to have insurance info available just in case, I don't feel any differently than when I had surgery ten years ago.
... Too dumb to know differently? :D I'm almost inclined to go with that one.
... Adventurous enough to figure it would be a change? Well, I don't know about adventurous, but it would be a change.
I'm not sure why, but I guess it really doesn't matter. Because after I get home Saturday and lose the weekend from drugs, I'll come back and post that I'm still around. Maybe by then, I'll have figured out the answer to "my immortal."
I'm counting down 'til Friday, but otherwise I'm just pecking away at getting stuff done at work. I have to take a considerable time off to heal and don't want any weird loose ends dangling. Anyway, a few girlfriends have asked me if I'm nervous. ... no, not really.
Sure, bad stuff can happen. Risky things, surgeries. I have to have "the talk" with Husband. He won't make it easy because he doesn't care to contemplate his mortality. And discussing my mortality reminds him of his.
I expect everything will go swimmingly and I'll be home Saturday, higher than a kite, on painkillers. Which I plan to begin weaning myself from on Monday.
But all this got me started thinking. I'm not particularly nervous. Why?
... Faith in an afterlife? Dunno'. I've never seen anything to confirm or deny its existence. Guess I'll find out someday.
... Hiding the nervousness because of how it would effect those around me? Maybe, but other than planning to have insurance info available just in case, I don't feel any differently than when I had surgery ten years ago.
... Too dumb to know differently? :D I'm almost inclined to go with that one.
... Adventurous enough to figure it would be a change? Well, I don't know about adventurous, but it would be a change.
I'm not sure why, but I guess it really doesn't matter. Because after I get home Saturday and lose the weekend from drugs, I'll come back and post that I'm still around. Maybe by then, I'll have figured out the answer to "my immortal."