Other wise, things are okay. The surgery is two weeks from tomorrow. While I am not nervous yet I am scared. I am scared of the unknown. There is so much I don't know. How much pain will I be in? Will I be able to move much? What will my needs be? How will I be feeling? How long till I am able to function again? When will I be able to cook again? And so on. . .
I have never been one to admit when I need help. But I am foreseeing that I am going to need help while I'll recover. Admitting that is difficult for me. Probably since I have been taking care of myself for so long it is uncomfortable for me to even admit that I will need help.
I am the type of person who likes structure and order in my life. I like to be able to visualize what is going to happen. Unfortunately, I can't do that now. I can picture the next two weeks. . . then it is just blank. It is really bugging me that I do not know exactly what the future will be like. I guess that is something that I have to get use to.