Tales of a pre-op appointment

So I'm having some surgery. Next week, on Thursday.

I'm OK - it's not life or death, but it's surgery.

I'm getting a little bit nervous about it, not sure why. I've had 2 c-sections and was fully under for my gall bladder / appendix removal. Anesthesia doesn't negatively affect me (I've heard some people get really sick - ew). I'm relatively healthy (never smoked, etc.)

But I've been having visions of waking up during surgery, or feeling them cutting me and not being able to scream. That was a movie, wasn't it?

Ugh.

Well today, I had some testing done to get ready for next week. My surgeon took some pictures and messed around. I had blood drawn. Was weighed (i closed my eyes for that one) and measured.

Then I talked to the anesthesiologist and told her - flat out - "I need you to drug me. Drug me hard."

She's all "Honey, don't you worry. We'll chat for a bit, give you an IV and then we send you to Hawaii! You won't feel a thing."

I feel better. A little bit.

Highlight of the day? No less than 5 people saw me naked. 2 were there for pictures. Good times, people. Good times.