The date is set for my hysterectomy. Dec 17th. Gulp. "Oh Ok. Yes, I will be there. You made my day." It's nice when you can say that to someone in the healthcare industry. I am still amazed that my Dr. and the OR Coordinator were able to schedule this so quick during the "busy season" of operations. It's scary...my red jar of ideas just wants to keep growing. Let's replace it with, humm....endless chances to make and create without taking a day off to bleed.
My Mom helped me break through this decision. Year after year of trying to manage my asthma that finally left through her hands and my feet...no more drugs, lots of running, and no family stress. So high off Albuterol puffs. The gray-blue low of alone. Slowly growing out of it in stride.
And to think I can be "cured" the next day with a simple surgery. Ah...thanks for the insight Mom! Let's face those years of fear.
I take good care of my body. I'm proud of my shoulders and arms, they are sculpted and strong from all the plaster jobs I did this fall. I'm proud of my blood too. For being bright red and rich in nutrients. Healthy enough to be able to withstand all this. I'm not addicted to anything, except for ideas and the love for them. A long hike followed by a cold hoppy IPA is my ultimate self-indulgence. Can't wait to return to the woods where the steeper the trail, the greater the victory!
....Today is less about the details. Yes, waking up hooked up to noisy machines scares me to the bone. A constant dub-reggae thump would be nice, nothing too high pitched or fast paced, just nice and mellow and moving along...
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