Day of Surgery

How am I feeling? Scared out of my mind. My husband is scared too and he is always Mr. Cool. Who wouldn't be scared. I am about to hand over my body to someone I don't know very well and say "go ahead, replace some of my bone with metal." I wake up early. 4:30 am early which is good because I wanted to clear the dishwasher, clean the kitchen and take a nice long shower before leaving for the hospital at 6:30 (I am a neat freak, or just a freak). We arrive and we wait. We move to another room and after answering a few questions, we wait. The waiting is hard. Fresh Prince is on and so we sit entranced in our 80's nostalgia. The doctor comes in and I ask him not to do staples if possible. He says he will do that, that he will use tape. I was not expecting this answer, so it makes me smile a little. Or maybe that smile is because they gave me a pre-surgery cocktail that makes me feel the tiniest bit drunk. Around 10:30, I am wheeled into the operating room. I tell the news about the staples to the PA who looks like my aunt and then I remember nothing. I wake up and talk to my husband. Apparently, I had the same conversation with my him twice. I don't remember either one. I am loopy…and sick. I don't react well to pain killers apparently. I throw up 7 times that night.