The Oracle of Apollo Snippets from the life of Apollo Lee

We Are Go

Tomorrow, I’m going to Stanford for my surgery at 10 in the morning.

I’ll be under the knife for most of Tuesday afternoon.

I have a confession to make… I’m scared shitless. Shitless.

I’ve never had major surgery before. I’m confident that the surgeon in charge of my care is the best of the best of the best. I’m afraid of the recovery.

When Emmett drove me home from the hospital last Sunday, I got car sick for the first time ever. At least that I can remember. We made it all the way to Sunnyvale on I-280 and when we got to Walgreen’s, I just couldn’t ride in the car anymore. I’m scared of getting sick without the ability to open my mouth.

I have an exceptionally high constitution, but I’m a little afraid of the hospital stay, the inevitable IV and catheterization, and the risk of complications. I’m a little afraid of the pain of recovery. It’s like watching the hurricane coming in. Tomorrow, it makes land fall.

Have you had major surgery? Am I terrified for nothing? I’m not going to skip out on it, but I’m still trembly scared.

Yo, I have had surgery twice…once emergency…and it is scary, but you just gotta believe you’ll come out on the other end alright. The people who take care of you are pros at what they do, especially if you get the best of the best. You’re in good hands, and they will do everything to make sure that you recover fast, not only well but also in as much comfort as possible.

Yeah, what John said. You’re going to be fine.

Oh shoot, I’m a couple days behind.

Nevermind that. You’re fine! See, John was right.

Seth

Surgery saved my life at least two times. I had general anesthesia about eleven times. It’s nothing unusual and your operation seems pretty routine nowadays. Don’t be scared. The blogosphere will be with you! Best wishes.