I got a call from the hospital this morning telling me to be there at 10:15am, surgery at 12:15 and hopefully home by 4. The joke is the surgery will take all of about 15 minutes after I’m under anesthesia.
Then I get a call a few hours later saying to be there at 9. I said I’d been called already, I’d been told to be there at 10:15. This woman was a b*tch. She asked who had called, giving me the impression she thought it was a crank call and as she’d ‘just told me’ I’m to be there at 9. Why did I apologize to her? Funny but she’s the first meany I’ve talked to since this all started.
Then I got a call from the Cancer Clinic letting me know there are resources available to me, support groups and stuff. They’re a little late with THAT phone call.
Tonight the surgical nurse called to go over the forms over the phone so I wouldn’t need to drive all the way out there. That was nice. First thing she asked was how I was doing with all this. Only not nice is I’m gonna need a babysitter overnight 😦 I didn’t need one the last 2 surgeries cause I was in the hospital overnight. This nurse was explaining the soap I need to shower with the morning of the surgery (I didn’t need to do this either) and I told her I have a bandage over my breast implant and sorry but that wasn’t coming off. I don’t want to have to look at it. She was fine with that.
So how am I doing with all this? I’m pissed off, disappointed, scared of life without boobs and for the first time since all this started, wondering ‘why me’ and just plain old sad.