Things You Learn About Surgery
(in no particular order)
- The worst part of surgery is waiting for it to start, listening to your heart rate race in high-pitched beeps.
- Your orthopedic surgeon and your anesthesiologist will both confirm the part that they will operate on, label it with their initials.
- You will feel like a side of beef, divided for slaughter.
- Your husband will get nervous, wish he claimed parts for his own.
- When your surgeon’s initials are A-S-K, those letters will stare back at you, implore you to ask.
- The next worst part is everything that comes afterwards.
- When you’re in pain, everything feels like a poem.
- When you’re on pain medication, you will be too tired to write it.
- All of this time, you’ve taken the daily actions – walking, bathing, sleeping – for granted.
- After surgery, you will be distilled to the basics of existence, and they will be difficult.
- Everything will make you tired and hungry.
- You will discover your husband’s untapped reserves of love, patience and nurturing, if you’re lucky.
- You will feel like you are taking advantage.
- It’s still hard for you to be gentle with yourself, even after a trauma.
- You will swear to work on it, and then insist on doing everything for yourself.
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I’ve been trying to write bits of this poem in the last few days, in moments of energy and lucidity, and then I take another nap. When I woke up at 2 AM last night, I began composing it (again) in my head and I was finally awake enough to write it down. I’m thinking that there’s more to come off of this surgery experience, but this is what I have for now.





