I had a chat with the surgeon's nurse today. Nothing big, she just wanted to make sure I was good to go with the prep instructions and knew when I was supposed to show up at the hospital. The surgeon gets to go on vacation until the 4th, which is why she called this week.
Time is running out, man. Today is the 23rd. 14 days until surgery. Two weeks. It's the most bizzare thing that I won't have a rectum or an anus (and a little bit of colon) in two weeks. In two weeks I'll be crapping into a bag. Well, probably a bit longer because it might take a day or two for my guts to start working again. But still. What the heck?? If you had told me ten years ago that this would happen when I was 32, I would have been in disbelief. I'm in disbelief right now.
I'm not dwelling on it too much now though. I don't have time! We're trying to get ready for Christmas, hoping we can leave Christmas morning as planned but the weather looks dicey. I'm also trying to get some cleaning done around the house, my pre-surgery nesting.
Deep breaths, life is going to go on.