The good news is: it’s not emergency surgery so I’ve had time to prepare. The bad news is: I’ve had way, way too much time to think about it. Weeks ago I made a routine visit to my doctor. She found lumps upstairs and downstairs. I’ve been in and out of medical places getting things checked out ever since.
The good news was: nothing malignant that required immediate attention. The plan became corrective surgery to repair and prevent suspicious things from becoming worse. Surgery was scheduled for last Tuesday until the surgeon decided I needed to clean out my sewer system so he could check out the reason for a positive test result. Somehow I knew he was looking for ghosts. He was surprised when I didn’t come unglued with the good news that everything was healthy; although very much in need of renovation.
The good news is: anxiety for me results in nervous energy. The important thing is to channel this energy. Today I scrubbed floors. I washed and bleached all four pillows for our bed. I washed my favorite Egyptian cotton sheets. I laundered my favorite fuzzy blankey and just about anything else that would fit in the washer.
Since I will be spending most of Monday in the bathroom (AGAIN!),
I really scrubbed it down---with a toothbrush.
I just made sure it wasn’t MY toothbrush.
Note to self: remove all body piercings. Wear clean underwear.
I’m putting myself in quarantine to avoid contact with snotty kids and also to avoid having to explain how my surgery was postponed for a week. I think I’ll spend Sunday studying scriptures about “cleansing the inner vessel.”