Pre-Op Means There's an OP

Rich and I went to my pre-op appointment. There were papers to sign, instructions to get and pictures to take. Yes...PICTURES. The first thing they did was have me strip down and put on some tee-tiny 'undies'..more like a cotton thong and a robe. Trust me...it was NOT a pretty sight....none in the least!

The first order of business was to take pictures. "Janet" whisked me off to the photo room where I had to shed the robe, leaving me in my bra, band aid thong and not much of my dignity. The first words out of my mouth were "I'm sorry that these aren't covering much of me". Janet put me at ease but telling me that THAT was the point. After facing this way and that way while Janet snapped away, I felt even more self-conscious and ready to go through with the surgery.

Back in 'my' room I asked Rich if he had ANY reservations whatsoever? He threw it back and ask if I did. I don't and he didn't. I look at him intently to look for any hidden regrets or concerns...he's either really good at hidding them or he doesn't have any at all.

The Dr. was in and out fast as lightening "We will do this, do that, any questions?". I did have a few and he was attentive enough to answer them and let "Tammy" and us get down to the nitty-gritty of instructions, procedures, sign here and there, and money (ouch!).

I spent the majority of my work morning really thinking about what I was doing. Am I making the right decision? Is there another way? Is there anything else I can do to 'fix' this issue? These are the same questions I've asked myself for a week now...hell, for months and even a couple of years. I keep coming back to the same conclusion. It's time. I'm ready.

So the wheels are rolling now.