One Day Before Surgery
The Night before the surgery, with visions of scalpels dancing through my head.
The only anxiety I felt about the whole situation was thinking that there wasn’t enough time to get everything done. I was throwing fresh sheets on the bed and washing the pajamas that I was planning to wear for the next 3 days straight at midnight the night before.
There is no really good aftercare sheet located online, and only a few sites that referred to VVS in general. I had read what were mostly horror stories. Women who felt like they couldn’t sit down for weeks, women who had to take 6 whole weeks off of work. I had a sneaking suspicion that my surgery would not go that badly since, when I asked how much time I should take off work, my Dr. told me that I needed about 3 to 10 days off of work.
Honestly, the best mental preparation I had for the surgery was having the option taken away. I was scheduled to go in many months ago and was canceled the day before while my insurance company tried to chase down the ever elusive authorization. The weeks leading up to that first surgery were full of apprehension. I would wake up at three in the morning and stay up until 5, rolling around in bed worrying.
The subsequent denial woke a sleeping tiger in me. My blood boiled when I thought of those penny pinching bureaucrats. I fought the battle of paper vs. paper and eventually won. After they took that first surgery date away from me, the second date was more meaningful. I slept like a babe every night leading up to that day.
Next entry: D-Day