Tomorrow bright and early they are fixing my wrist. They say the surgery will take about 10 minutes but to plan on being there 3-4 hours. Ten minutes, eh? I'm a nervous wreck actually. There are too many what ifs and while I just put Lyla to bed I was thinking of them...
What if they cut the wrong thing and my wrist is useless for the rest of my life? What if I can never hold Lyla with both arms again? What if I can't type ever again? What if I'm one-armed for the rest of my life? What if the mess it up and my wrist/arm sticks straight out? What if that happens how will I drive? If they mess up at all, how can I drive? What if they give me too many drugs and I die? What if I never get to see Lyla again? What if I can't wake up from the anesthesia? What if it doesn't work and my wrist is still painful? What if...?
I could go on forever, seriously. At this point, I need to have faith in my doctors that everything will be okay. I can't figure out if this problem I have with thinking the worst all the time is just my in my head or if I have an actual health problem. I may have to consult my doctor....
Wish me luck!
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