Hey
This weekend I've found a way to get my medical exams (hint: ask for your annual checkup which comes with a free EKG, and if you've ever had sinusitis before, free xrays of the head, and if you've ever smoked, free xrays of the chest!)
I spent a big chunk of my monday on that, and I will again in the next days (why can't everything be done at once???). Now I'm waiting for a callback from my bank. Later this week I'll be wiring the money to Well Fargo in San Francisco. Next week is the EKG.
SO-MANY-THINGS!
And in the meantime I'm going almost crazy. FFS is a life changing thing. I can barely sleep. I have weird dreams, that stop when I'm about to have FFS, then it's like the credits in a movie - calming music, frozen pictures, moving slowly, with my face never clearly visible - like in Inception when you can't see the faces. And that's when I'm lucky. When I'm not, I have had worse dreams - like waking up in a bathtub with a kidney missing.
I don't know how I'm going to hold until the end of the week, let alone until the surgery. I should be quiet and happy. First I was, but now that everything is getting done, my anxiety level has gone through the roof in a few days, now that there's a clear date.
I know I've got one chance. I mean, all my money (and a bit more!) is going into FFS. I won't get a second chance for a while.
I'm worried about wiring the money to the wrong account. I'm worried about being abused by scammers. I'm worried about getting sick and unfit for surgery. I'm worried about the surgeon getting hit by a car or a bus. I'm worried about waking up with no sensitivity in my face - and staying like that. Or a misheap, and being super ugly. Or with scars on my head that I can't hide and that make me look like a frankenstein.
I've never been to Argentina. I'm afraid of how safe it will be for a girl, especially when weak after surgery. I'm afraid of being mugged, punched in the face, and have all the good results of the surgery going away. I thought I could do that alone, but now I've asked a good friend to come. He's a big guy and a policeman, but I'm still afraid.
The problem seems to be in my head. I'm not a drama queen, but I seem to be becoming one. I just can't rationalize that. I've slept a grand total of 3 hours last night, and only after many glasses of wine.
How did you deal with that?