Tomorrow is my knee surgery.
The day I’m getting cut.
I don’t know what else will happen. There might be an ACL reconstruction. There might be a chopping of the Meniscus. There might be dancing and cheering and angels singing.
I won’t know, I’ll be asleep.
I wonder how many surgeons have picked their noses, or farted, or sneezed on a patient when they are under anesthesia. It bears asking, but not until after my surgery, I think.
Still, I believe I’ll bathe in Purell after it’s over.
I’m only a little anxious. I’ve been through far, far worse surgeries than this measly little arthroscopy. I’ve had organs taken, and my heart burned (oblated) and other gross, and oddly fascinating things done to me.
Most of them legal in the U.S.
I heard a theory that being anesthetized over and over and over again can affect your memory and other mentating parts. This from Livestrong.com:
“Experience and research suggest potential concerns about cognitive function for patients who undergo surgery under general anesthesia, according to Harvard Health Publications. A decline in cognitive ability after surgery has been observed in both major and more minor surgical procedures.”
So, if post surgery, I don’t remember you, or this blog, or where my belly button is, we’ll know why.
Wish me luck!