At last the day is (almost) upon us – my pesky gallbladder will be removed tomorrow. I was surprised to discover that, if I stop to really think about it, I’m kind of nervous about the whole thing. I’ve never had surgery, unless one counts having my wisdom teeth yanked. I am pretty sure I’m most nervous about the post-op pain, not the actual procedure. Most people have said that recovery is a breeze. And it is very minor surgery, as it’s being done laparoscopically. Just a few tiny slits. But still, those slits are in my flesh. That can’t feel good.
It’s a quarter to midnight, which means I have 15 more minutes to eat solid foods. After that, I only get 24 ounces of clear fluids between 12 and 7:30 a.m. and then nada until after my surgery, which isn’t until three. Yikes. I fear my doctor is about to become familiar with the “hangry” phenomenon. Apologies in advance.
Time to raid the fridge!