Thursday I am scheduled to have surgery to repair an umbilical hernia.
It should be a simple procedure. The surgeon will cut a little crescent shaped smiley face under my belly button and then place a square post-it note sized piece of mesh over the defect. Sew it up specifically, sew it up generally, then get the heck out. No fuss, no muss.
I'm not a big fan of general anesthesia so I'm a little nervous. I think it's a control thing. I hate the idea of not waking up. My sergeant summed it up nicely when he suggested that if that were to happen then I wouldn’t be in any position to worry about it, which is true.
Until then, though, I'm making a nice little nest for some specific anxiety.
Intellectually I realize that there's about a zero percent chance of anything that catastrophic happening. Too bad I'm not much of an intellectual. I suppose there's a better chance he'd accidentally leave a sponge in there but since I could live with that, I'm not at all worried about those kinds of things.
Expect me to be blogging about having a sore tummy Thursday night or Friday sometime. It'll be a rare treat, I'm sure.