At this point tomorrow, my little, shrunken, malfunctioning gall bladder will be history, and I will hopefully be quickly bouncing back to my glory days enjoying all the cheese, bread, and wine that France has to offer. :)
But all joking aside, I do have an out of control and yet completely irrational fear that I will never wake up from the anesthesia. I have this grotesquely horrible image in my head of me on the operating table (much like in the show, House, except that all the doctors are harassing each other in French) when, after they have successfully removed my gall bladder through one of the three tiny little incisions (still no idea how they manage that), the doctors and nurses suddenly realize that I've randomly "expired" at some point during the procedure. I know, I know. Irrational. Unfounded. Ridiculous. It's just anesthesia! But I can't help it. It's been keeping me awake at night since I found out I would have to go through with this craziness.
But don't worry. I plan on finding me a nice, attractive, male nurse (do they have those in France?) to hold my hand as I go under. :) Perhaps he will find my fear endearing and cute and will ask my bloated, gall bladder-less, semi-conscious self to marry him once I come to, as some part of my rational brain KNOWS that I will... Here's hoping!
Bon Courage, Ma Chere! Bientot, l'operation sera finie et apres, tu dois ecrire un manual pour les americains qui doivent supporter la meme chose que toi. Ca serait bien apprecie!
ReplyDeleteNous t'embrassons tres tres fort - Jeanine et Brian
Yes, irrational and by the time you get to read this, you will be recovering and embarrassed ! Bon chance and not to worry! I am sure you will have lots more stories to tell! Je t'aime beaucoup! ta mere
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