The First Time...

The weather was just right--sunny, but not humid. I was really hesitant, afraid, scared of the unknown. What if things don't turn out the way I expect it to be? The truth is I don't know what to expect at all. We had a long talk as he was trying to convince me while I was crying for I am not at ease with the plan...not at all.

After giving it much thought, I said yes. I learned to trust him that everything will be alright. He said that he'll always be there for me no matter what happens. He held my hand as we entered the room. I was made to lie down, lower my pants, and remain calm. Anticipation got the best of me.

And then it started...

As soon as I felt it, I covered my mouth with my left hand to tone down my noises--tears were rushing as I couldn't handle it. It really made me want to scream out loud. My other hand was clenched; my nails nearly piercing through my palm. I was breathing so hard as I looked away...I couldn't dare myself to see what was happening. I wanted to stop everything but I know it's impossible...I had already committed to it. When will it end? When will this stop? I am in pain!

He then reached for my hand, held it so tight. I glanced at him and saw those reassuring eyes. Soon enough, it was over.

Undergoing surgery really sucks! (Boys and girls...what was on your mind, you naughty, naughty you?! Tsk tsk...hehe) This is a true story...my story when I went under the knife for the first time yesterday. Although it's considered a minor surgery, the pain wasn't minor at all! I underwent what they called Incision & Drainage--literally, they incised and placed a drain--on what they called my suprapubic area. Are you imagining how sensitive that area is? Well, it sure is!

Oh, and the "he" in my story is Pow. He really proved how much he loves me--he was so courageous to watch the entire procedure without fainting and to learn how to change my wound dressing. He fulfilled his promise that he'll be there for me no matter what happens. I really appreciated what he did and still is appreciating the things he's doing for me. (I love you, hon!)

If you'll ask how I am...I'm in pain, under medication, and cannot walk properly--which is the real bummer for I have to cancel all my appointments for this week that could've earned me easy money!

(Sidebar: Just before the doctor was about to "slice" me, a man was brought in. He was not breathing and so stiff [yup, dead on arrival]--the very last thing I would want to see as I was lying there all prepped, draped, and ready to be "cut" huh?!)