Today I went shopping. Because my surgery will make it difficult, if not impossible, to lift my arms over my head, I bought a few pairs of pajamas with button-down tops. I also have several shirts/sweatshirts that have buttons or zippers, so I shouldn't have to pull a shirt over my head for a week or so. Not exactly my idea of fun retail therapy, but it's necessary.
It's hard to believe that this time next week I will be in the hospital and my surgery will be finished. To say I am not looking forward to it would be an understatement. I'm pretty much in denial that it's actually going to happen. I'm doing what I can to prepare for it while at the same time not think about it very much at all. Hubby showed me a picture today of a lady wearing a shirt that said, "Of course they are fake. My real ones tried to kill me!" I really need to adopt that mentality. I know this surgery is necessary to save my life, and my life is more important than any one part (or two) of my body. I just really, really wish I didn't have to go through it.