Going under the Knife

So this Tuesday I'm heading into the O.R. and going under the knife. Hopefully "the knife" is not in any way similar to the graphic I posted above. No worries, it isn't exactly what you are thinking. I'm not enhancing the chest, shrinking the nose, sucking out the belly fat, or getting a hair transplant. Granted I wouldn't mind sucking out a few pounds of belly fat.

I'm getting a deviated septum....well undeviated. So, for those who have a moment to think of my sickly self on Tuesday, much appreciation to you. I haven't set foot in an O.R. since I was 5 when I had tubes put in my ears. I only remember two things from that surgery. 1. After coming out of the anesthesia I puked all over the doctors and nurses. and 2. I got to pick out my favorite doll at the store afterwards since I was such a big girl.

So this time around, yes I do have fears of puking (at 30 years old) all over my doctors when I wake up from the anesthesia and 2. John has promised me a toy of my choosing if I'm a good girl again. Well technically he offered to bring me Dr. Pepper's at my request during my recovery - which is much better than a toy anyday.

So, if I leave the blogging world for awhile now you'll know why. Or, if I get bored out of my mind while recovering I may just post 20 x's to the blog to kill time.