two interesting things happened.
1) i walked into my anesthesiologist's office and the first thing she said was, "i think we live on the same block!" turns out she lives two houses down from me. and i see her and her kids and her beagle named barney all the time.
2) did i write about how my surgeon's nurse scheduled a post-surgery appointment for me on friday the 13th to take out my drain?
a drain?!?!
well. cely (pronounced see-lee) is the sweetest woman ever. she's about 4'5" and her outfits are all one color. the first time i met her everything she wore was purple...including her socks and her hair tie. today everything she wore was pink. including her socks, her hair tie, her ring, and her bracelet.
anyway.
she's so sweet. but with that one word, "drain," she incited 5 days of panic. i thought i would have another one of those horrible tube drains that i had from the mastectomy. the one that made me cry. the one that got clogged with blood and gunk. it was so gross. i seriously had 5 nights of sleeplessness thanks to one word.
so. what happened today felt like hearts and rainbows and unicorns compared to that. dr. simonds told me that i actually wouldn't have a drain. that what she'd meant was a small, small tube the size of spaghetti. this is inserted into the surgery area to supply direct pain killers...almost like novacain. and it's this little tiny noodley thing that they will take out on friday the 13th NOT some crazy gross drain filled with pus.
thank.
GOD.
i told dr. simonds that by telling me that, he'd just melted away all anxiety that i had about the surgery. he kind of looked at me like i was crazy. but he was definitely amused.
anyway, i'm all scheduled. wednesday february 11th. i already have my prescriptions of vicodin and antibiotics. all i have left to do is call the surgery-line on tuesday afternoon to find out the exact time of my surgery.
so now? now it's time for me to start packing for tahoe.
who better to hang out with the weekend before surgery than all of 1050 oak?
actually, all of 1050 minus steve slattery and the ghost.
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Sooooo looking forward to hearing later entries that don't include anethesiologists, one-colored nice people who help you but whom you wouldn't meet otherwise, and the dreaded drain...although intravenous pain killer sounds pretty darn comforting. Thinking of you every single moment.
Much love,
Susan
Dear Meghan,
Tomorrow, February 11, I will receive the best birthday gift possible - as I turn 65, you will have surgery that moves you further away from the past and into a future filled with hope and happines...I'll celebrate you throughout the day.
xoxo
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