Later today, I will be having some minor, outpatient surgery on my girly parts. Just because it’s minor, doesn’t mean I’m not nervous.

I have only had surgery three times in my life. Two of the three were c-sections, for which I stayed awake and the third was for my wisdom teeth. That is the only time I have ever been put under sedation. I’m not going to lie. I liked it.

But, I was only 19 years old then and delving into blackness was kind of cool. Now, I’m more than twice that age…and I can tell you for certain that today’s surgery won’t hurt nearly as much as typing that did.

Given that my eight year old son has had a lot more experience on the operating table, I asked him for some advice. We were counting his I.V. scars last night when I said, “I’ll be getting an I.V. tomorrow and I’m not sure, but I might have to use a mask to go to sleep too.”

At this point, I thought he might tell me what to expect. At the very least, I imagined he would tell me not to worry.

Instead he said, “I sure hope the hospital has big masks, because you have a big head.”

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