The milestones continue to pass en route to Monday’s surgery. About an hour ago I bid adieu to my workplace until I return, having wrapped up outstanding projects and documented sundry administrivia. Yesterday I started using a “special soap” during my morning shower, a vile liquid cleanser resembling a weak Burgundy mixed with Kool-Aid. I did not taste the concoction to confirm. The idea is to make sure the skin around incision is sterile. Have I mentioned that I own a dog?
Between work and the bustle of suburban life, I’ve been too busy to worry about the procedure itself. Now comes the weekend: reading the pre-op instructions for the umpteenth time, preparing an overnight bag, and trying to get a good night’s sleep before a deep, artificial sleep overtakes me on Monday morning and I wake up with a brand new scar.