Here’s another irrational fear post.
There are three doctors appointments I need to have before my surgery date. One is to meet with my surgeon. Another is to meet with the anesthesiologist. As you may have guessed, I totally misspelled “anesthesiologist” on my first attempt. The third is a class that goes over what I will need to do post-surgery.
The surgeon appointment was already booked. We scheduled that on the same phone call that scheduled the surgery. The other two appointments were still up in the air.
They just called to book them. It’s all set. Sure it’s a teeny tiny, seemingly insignificant step in the process, but when it comes to gutting my innards, every step is huge… even when it isn’t.
Getting closer. We are definitely getting closer.