Tomorrow morning I have to go to the hospital for a minor day surgery. Apparently, it is a common surgery where I am basically in and out. Nothing to worry about, so they say.
I am not fearful of hospitals per se. The procedure doesn’t really frighten me but for some reason I am a little reluctant to go. Part of me wants to call and cancel the procedure. I know that I have to have it done, and that it really isn’t anything to worry about. And truth be told, I am not worrying. I just seem reluctant, that’s all.
I had to have my appendix removed last year. I tell you, it was the most painful experience of my entire life. I didn’t know the human body could be in such pain. I also didn’t know what was happening to me until I got to the hospital. That was a long day and a long night. It also turned out to be a long hospital stay.
Shortly after I had my appendicitis, someone I knew also had one. He was out and about in one day. I had to stay there for a week because I had a fever or complication or something.
Now I have a hernia. It appeared a few months ago. It seemed like my belly button moved. The hard part behind the belly button moved upwards, just a little bit. It doesn’t hurt at all. I think part of my reluctance comes from the fact that it doesn’t bother me physically,
It seems to me like the appendicitis and the hernia coming so close together can’t just be a coincidence. But then I know that is just me being silly. Of course they aren’t related.
Tomorrow I will have a quick procedure, be in and out, and have nothing to worry about. I will take tomorrow and possibly the next as recovery-take-it-easy days. I probably won’t get a chance to blog for a few days but I will let you know how everything went when I sign back on.