Tomorrow, I will be less of a man.

Tomorrow, I will be less of a man. No, not the way you think. I’ll be going in at 8:00 AM to have my malfunctioning part removed. I’m excited, because it marks the beginning of the end of this two plus week long period of agony. At the same time, I get weak at the sight of a needle going into my arm, so I’m terrified. And my surgeon, to whom I referred as “the Butcher” didn’t help at all when advising me that he would basically be stabbing me four times. I can’t tell you how many dreams I’ve had since then of an artery being nicked, and my never waking up again. At any rate, I look forward to what I assume will lead to relief.

For this reason, I will probably not be checking to any social media in in the morning. I have to be up bright and early to shower with anti bacterial body wash, particularly around where the surgery will be performed, and then  I get to go in and do mountains of paperwork, after which I’ll sit in a room for a couple of hours waiting in dread. I’ll try and report back after the operation is complete, if I’m feeling up to it. I’ve been told that the best thing I can do for recovery is to just get up and walk. “Walk it off” so to speak. And so I will. Just as soon as I am able! Any prayers are certainly most appreciated!