Painaphobic

Having a definite surgery date has basically meant that the only thing filling my waking (and sleeping) thoughts is my operation! And I am %^$#@^% scared! Not because I think that anything will go wrong, because I have complete faith in the surgeon and the nurses. But because of the pain! All I can think about is the intense pain I am going to be feeling for the next few weeks. Excruciating, sharp, endless, throbbing pain. Sound like I’m a wuss? Probably. Over-reacting? Possibly. But a boy scout is always prepared. I hope they’re stocked up on morphine for when I get there – I’m gonna need it!