The Surgeon finally called yesterday to say they scheduled my cardiac ablation for May 18th...a mere two weeks away!
I wasn't scared until people started telling me horror stories of the catheter slipping and causing internal bleeding and needing pace makers because of the surgery...blah, blah, blah....
For future reference, DON'T, under any circumstances, tell someone who is about to undergo surgery a bad story about said surgery. That's like telling someone who is about to have a baby that labor will make their bladder rupture or someone who is about to have their gallbladder removed that the surgeon will accidentally remove their kidneys. ha ha.
Instead, you should tell them positive things...for instance: "That surgery is a piece of cake--they do it all the time" or "Only like 1% of those surgeries actually go bad."
For real, think about it...
Well, I've been thinking about it and I'm not scared of the surgery--just the needles. I have to go in the 17th for lab work (which means AT LEAST one needle prick); then I'll have to get an IV put in on the 18th (which will give me my happy drugs so that one's not TOO bad); finally I will have a giant needle (catheter) shoved up an artery in my groin and fed to my heart where it will then freeze off my extra tract, only to be jerked out of my body. Which means a whopping 3 needles (AT LEAST)...way too many for my liking...
So what did I do to manage my fear of needles/disappointment of not getting accepted to Rose?
I bought a beautiful Coach bag! Duh! What'd you think?
I didn't get the one I originally wanted, but I fell in love with this one.