Surgery. I won't kid you; I'm nervous. Nervous enough that I toyed with the idea of writing one of those "To Be Opened in the Case Of" letters to Joe. I decided I was overreacting.
I'm hungry, though. No food or liquid (including water! Torturers!) since midnight. I'm dressed in comfortable clothes, I've got the Folder of Importance ready to go.
Insurance card? Check.
Photo ID? Check.
Said my unconventional prayers? Check.
This is not my first outpatient surgery, so I basically know what to expect. The last one was for an umbilical hernia, way back in 2003 or 2004. It's funny; I always have to visualize where I was working to pin down the year. Like this:
- Appendix: I was working at GE Information Services, so it must have 1986 or 1987.
- Gall bladder: I was working at Manugistics, in the Professional Services division, reporting to Karen J, so it must have been 1994 or 1995.
- Hernia: I was working at Fannie Mae, in my first cubicle, so it must have been 2003 or 2004.
Am I weird?
Anyhow, I suppose I'll remember this one as "I was working at Radial, in the headquarters building, my manager was Stefan W, so it must have been 2016.
I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
See you on the other side!