Well, folks, the day is here. In fact, this post is scheduled to go up the moment I’m scheduled for surgery: 8:30 AM on Wednesday, October 19.
I’m writing this post the night before surgery, hoping that writing things out a bit will calm my nerves. Truth be told, I’m a huge ball of anxiety at the moment. I feel like I’m going a mile a minute on pure adrenaline, now that the surgery is truly upon me. I’m actually surprised that I managed to sit down and start writing this post.
Ironically, since, I wrote that last line, I got up to do something else that I remembered I had to do, did roughly fifteen other things, and am now sitting down to write again 45 minutes later. God, I’m predictable.
Anyway, there are about a thousand reasons that I’m scared and nervous and unsure, but as I was cleaning out my wallet (obviously something that desperately needed to be taken care of the night before my surgery — so telling), I found this:
I think I needed the reminder.
Because, well, the really optimistic thought is this: Getting this surgery just may bring me back to my favorite version of myself.
You know, this girl:
Wish me luck, guys. I need all the good vibes I can get. I need all of your optimism, too.