I’ve been extremely blessed when it comes to my medical history; I’ve never broken a bone, I’ve never been really sick unless you count chicken pox, and I’ve never really had a surgical procedure, unless you count wisdom teeth removal as a surgery. Mine was probably closer to one than not, just for the fact that they knocked me out with anesthesia (which is one of my qualifiers for “real” surgery).

However, today I will lose part of my track record in surgery. At about 11am, I’m having a cyst removed. Some cysts are easy to remove, and others are not… mine’s one of the latter. It’s under the skin, and requires surgical removal. It is outpatient surgery; the procedure will take about an hour, I’ll wait in a “recovery room” for about an hour, and then they’ll send me home. Then I get to enjoy 4-6 weeks of recovery… I’m thrilled, really. At this point though (less than 3 hours before surgery), I think if you could just pray for my nerves, that I’d be ok.

It’s time to go.

UPDATE: The surgery went fine (as far as I know; I don’t remember anything), and I’m resting at home - as I will be doing for the next several days.