I still feel *ok*. I still feel like I am not scared of the actual surgery. (yet?) I am just not looking forward to being more or less forced to sit down/lay down. Anybody who knows me, knows I am up and down all day long. (Another story maybe for another day? Short version? I deal with chronic pain issues and hyper-mobility/joint issues. Moving regularly keeps the pain from getting too ridiculous). My house is by no means super clean. But I like things done a certain way., I’ve got a routine, etc. I’m also the primary caretaker for my aunt that lives with us. I have a lot on my daily plate. Taking ANY time off from my responsibilities freaks me out.
This is going to be the exercise of all exercises in relinquishing control to the husband, and whoever else is/might be helping.
I know the man is capable. I’ve got issues. Read the blog title.