Tomorrow is it. At last. I have been in the pre-op stage for so long that now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do! Today, I’ll work, though not quite like normal, as I need to do a few things such as go to the pharmacy, and maybe prepare the pallet fork frame to receive a bale of hay. Save me the stress of the lifting of the heavy metal later when I am in healing phase, as the hay will come due at that point. I might like a moment in the woodshop, too.
I really don’t know what to expect from the after phase. Will it be painful? Will it be extremely painful? Will I have enough meds that by the time I am out, I won’t feel anything at all? I had surgery on my chest when I was 15, and I could feel that for the next 25 years or so. Not painful, but numb, at least. Maybe this will be the same, but I don’t know! Will it mean changes? Will it bring changes to my diet, or how I feel in other parts of my body that the parathyroid gland affects? Little stresses in my chest could be caused by high calcium in my blood. Will those go away? Or is there something else, more sinister going on there?
I am meant to get a call today to let me know of the time of my operation. I Googled information about how long I should be starved before it. Looks like I will be good up till evening meal, and even then, some, depending on the time. Well, that alleviates a little worry on my part. Missus is not happy with the late informative call as one cannot properly arrange childcare and the like. I have assured her that I am far more concerned about their ability to perform the procedure than their ability to arrange the time or the paperwork.
I have been a bit uneasy for about a month now. At first, I was unsure how they came up with the idea that I needed someone rooting around in my neck, cutting away at the glands. A second blood test was performed, and the number needed was correct for surgery. By last weekend, I went into it feeling really good! I mean, I thought twice again about surgery. I was feeling fantastic! Saturday was great. Sunday a little worse for wear, but by late Sunday night and Monday morning, I was hurting right at the front of my neck, bigtime. I could not sleep from 12:30AM till gone 5AM. I managed to pull together an hour of Z’s after waking Missus up at 5:00, and before getting up at 6:15. I had a nap after taking the girls to their school bus. That was about twenty minutes. Then I got up and went to work, and had a relatively normal work day. I even made the normally expected amount.
Yesterday was fine, and I even earned higher than I would normally expect to on a Tuesday. I usually take them off, but I will have time off later this week, won’t I? And I’m American, aren’t I? So, if I am breathing, I am earning money for the Company.
So, in the end, I have not liked scheduling an outpatient surgery for a month out. That is not great on my anxiety. I have not had any sort of mid-level operations like this before. I had the one on my chest, and I have had the sist removed from behind my right ear. Both of those when I was a kid. I was awake for the ear. Oh, and I had a colonoscopy. a year or more ago. That was not so big a deal in the end. Well. Anyway. But this is the first time genuinely going in and messing about with any kind of thing that really keeps me going.
And I am now coming down to the 24-hour deadline. Finally. I will finally get more than a day off work, though it don’t sound like I am going to really enjoy it like I would a vacation. This is more of one of those kinds of vacation in the way you add the word to something like Bible School. Vacation Bible School. The word vacation is put there to make the rest sound appealing. It doesn’t work. I will be on rest. I will be on rest till I can turn my head and check over my shoulder for a car in the next lane. Then I am back to work.



