My doctor reassured me that:
a) I won’t wake up half way through my surgery unable to signal that I’m awake and feeling every slice of the scalpel (my #1 fear), and
b) They will be able to go down my throat through my mouth and it’s not a possibility that they’d have to cut my throat to get to my tonsils leaving me with a jagged ear to ear scar (#2 fear).
I told J that they’ll keep me for 4-5 hours after the surgery at the hospital for monitoring. He says “So what time do I pick you up?” Pick me up?! I told him he’d be there with me the whole time. He was sad because we have to be there so early (6am!) and there’s no Starbucks close. I told him he better pack a thermos, snacks and a book to read because he’s in it for the long haul! Who knows what could happen. I could code on the table! And there he’d be, a young widower, with his venti coffee of the day!
Bless Your Heart 