Another day down. This was a bad one. Not enough Tylenol I think. Anyway it's funny: I keep (yes again, yes, still) second guessing myself and wondering if my regularly increasing pain is just some kind of psychosematic justification for the BTHR. Like: is this really happening or is my mind filling is gaps of logic by causing pain when it wouldn't be if I hadn't scheduled surgery.
Does that even make any sense?
On top of that (or surrounding it, or under it. ..) is a childish excitement to have this OVER.
TODAY IS T-12 DAYS.
I can't wait. I'm scared. I'm hopeful.
I'd like to start a list of things I'll do BECAUSE I CAN later, post - surgery. Is that nuts?
I'm also worried that my DW will resent me for having her take care of me during recovery. I'm afraid I'll be perceived as if I'm milking the scenario. OK... is THAT crazy?
Enough BS (pun intended) for tonight. Tomorrow is another day.
Does that even make any sense?
On top of that (or surrounding it, or under it. ..) is a childish excitement to have this OVER.
TODAY IS T-12 DAYS.
I can't wait. I'm scared. I'm hopeful.
I'd like to start a list of things I'll do BECAUSE I CAN later, post - surgery. Is that nuts?
I'm also worried that my DW will resent me for having her take care of me during recovery. I'm afraid I'll be perceived as if I'm milking the scenario. OK... is THAT crazy?
Enough BS (pun intended) for tonight. Tomorrow is another day.
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