I had a rotten day yesterday. Nothing, persay, happened I was just emotional and feeling rotten. I will attribute approximately 50% of this to PMS, 25% to generalized anxiety, and 25% to this:
I’ve finally decided after dealing with
my fissure this problem I don’t like to talk about publicly for so long and trying alllllll the little creams and lotions and shots they can perscribe it’s time to buckle down and have the surgery to fix it. I am not happy about this. Sure, it’s a little “outpatient” “one day” procedure and you know, compared to a heart transplant or lobotomy is no big deal…. but it is to me. Especially given the experience I had with my colonoscopy.
I just hope it works and I hope I don’t have any lasting side effects from the surgery. My preop appointment is on the 7th. I don’t have a surgery date yet and frankly that’s another source of anxiety because my fall class starts in August and even though it’s a “one day” thing I have class 4 nights a week and have no idea when I’m going to be able to squeeze in surgery. Hopefully they operate on Fridays.