As I say my goodbyes to more and more people ("Hey, just so you know....you probably won't be seeing me for a few weeks..."), I'm finding a repeated trend - a slightly-questionable interest in what drugs I'll be taking. Who would have thought so many people hold such a strong opinion on Vicodin versus Percocet? Ambien versus Zoloft?
I, on the other hand, haven't thought twice about the type or quality of drug the doc plans to pump -- as long as it works...really really WELL (this indifference will do a 180 come Sunday). What I do know is, the doctor called in the prescription and I have to stop by Rite Aid on Friday (the day before) to pick up my little, secret package. This little, secret package, of course, including a super special, secret price.
As many of you are already sensing, I have no clue what to expect come post-surgery. It's been such a process just getting to this point - I never thought it would happen. And really, I think I just don't want to know every gross detail. At dinner on Sunday, my friends kept asking me all these questions and all I could say was, "I don't really know...it's all sort of...ambiguous..."
At this point, for all I know, I could come back as a midget with a beard -- a midget with a beard AND a fantastic bite.