- Copies of health care proxies and power-of-attorney documents. ( I will never be caught in a "you have no right to visit your partner" crisis again)
- Zip up hoodies and button up shirts. I have been told it will be a long time before I can put something on over my head.
- Cut my hair much shorter for easier care
- Strength conditioning. Lots of ab work to help me sit up from bed without use of my arms and lots of chest opening yoga stretches. I am hoping this helps.
- Loaded the iPod with upbeat songs.
- Got a pile of books to read and a friend bought me a Kindle in case even turning pages was a problem.
- Stocked up on Nutella and put it at waist level (must always be within reach)
- Got a pillow wedge for the bed but will probably be in a recliner for a while.
- Scheduled my massage (hot stone) and facial.
- My sister is coming up to help since Martha cannot get off work (except day of surgery), friends have already committed to bringing dinners, and my daughters will both be home from school.
If you know anyone who has been through this and have other helpful hints, I would be happy to hear them.
And then there’s the weird stuff -
- Someone told me how you can’t raise your arms to shave your armpits for quite a while (gross) and she suggested having my pits waxed. Okay, even the thought of that has me cringing. But I honestly don’t know what’s worse. Has anyone done this? I am very fair and have never had anything waxed in my life.
And the fear -
- I have always had a difficult time coming out of anesthesia. Not only from the nauseousness but mostly because, for some reason, it triggers me into horrific flashbacks, which are then made worse by the not being able to rouse myself from under the sedation, which brings on more anxiety, which triggers more flashbacks, and so on. And this will be my hardest surgery and the longest time under sedation. So while I think I’ve prepared myself for the physical and emotional impact of the surgery, I know that when I hit the recovery room, I will be reliving the worst terror in my life, over and over, with no way to make it stop.
And how do I prepare myself for that?
Yep. I’m trying.