MONDAY was filled with almost every DABDA stage (I’m saving up Bargaining for Sunday night). I think Denial is on the daily list. It just doesn’t seem real until a wave of emotion hits. That emotion tends to be Anger, with a side of Depression. I suppose Acceptance will show it’s face post surgery. 2018 has been such a shit show I’m so ready for it to end.
Had CT scan of the lower abdomen today. This is where they will take the “flap” from for my breast reconstruction. The CT helps the surgeons see all of my blood vessels in that area. That’s about the best discription I can offer ?
TUESDAY
Just finished pre-op exam. I swear I’ve said my name and birthday 1000 times in the last few weeks and seems that’s not ending anytime soon. What’s the point of the damn shiny new wristband I get every time I walk in the door. IT’S PRINTED RIGHT THERE. What happens if I reply with “I don’t know” or I just look at the wristband to confirm I’m answering correctly??♀️
Anywho…that apt was just filled with some more Q&A about my health history, donations of more viles of blood, topped off with a chest X-Ray.
Maybe these should be the names of new holiday cocktails
THE X-Ray: Chilled zambuca with a glow stick. You must hold your breath for 10 seconds before and after every sip.
VILES OF BLOOD: simply a Bloody Mary served in a vile – creative, right?!
At least that’s the end of the medical stuff before the big surgery. Now I can have 5 days in a row of “normal” life. YAY ME!