My iPad says 14 days to go. Really it's 13 days and about 1 hour. But who's counting.
I am constantly aware of the clock, the date and what I need to do. I am rushing at work, trying to tie up all the loose ends. I am busy at home, but not really scratching the surface of what I really need to do. I'm exhausted. I'm stressed. My blood pressure at my pre-op appointment was 157/91. Yikes. Normally that is much lower.
I know what to expect. I know about the pain. I know about the nerve block tube in my neck. I know about the night sweats. I know about the messy hair and "discussions" with my husband about my ponytail. I know about the scar. I know about the pain. I know about the "what happened" questions of concern from those who care and those who are nosy. I know about the pain. It doesn't mean that I like any part of this one bit.
Somehow all this knowledge is not offering any comfort. Somehow, this time doesn't seem to be any easier than last time. Somehow, facing another shoulder surgery, I am still scared. I can plan all I want, I can think I am prepared. But I am not. I am just as afraid as last time.
I have been brushing off comments of concern from family, colleagues and the kids with reassuring them that I will be provided with world-class narcotics and that will solve all of my surgery pain. But sometimes, there is pain that you can't take medication for. I am having my shoulder resurfaced. I can't have a Total Shoulder Replacement as I have too much joint damage. This sucks. This really, really sucks.
I have always loved the music of U2. At various stages of my life, their music has offered different meanings. I was listening to a broadcast of the Clinton Foundation concert, and I heard another version of "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For". To me, today, this song resonates of me searching for the comfort I thought I might find in repeating a surgery. But I still haven't found what I'm looking for.