Going Under

I'm supposed to be at the hospital in 90 minutes yet here I am, writing instead of getting ready. I'm anxious about being "put to sleep." Lately my dreams have been disturbing. What if I have a nightmare and can't wake? What if something goes wrong and I never wake? I sleep-walked for the first 30 years of my life. At 44, that makes me a teenager in this conscious life. I revel in each waking moment, even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones. I don't want to lose consciousness now.

When I was a little girl, my mother used to stroke my ears to get me to sleep. I don't supposed the anesthesiologist does this, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

Comments

[susan]

Hope all went well...

Love your weblog--it's so down-to earth and real. Plus the reference to sewing (a genetic trait in our family) forces me to link you up on my site and visit you regularly!

Thanks for an enjoyable read of excellent writing and interesting sharing.