In exactly one week from now I should be (barring any delays) either in a recovery room or in my actual room at the hospital. I am simultaneously freaked out and wicked excited. It is high-time for this dysfunctional hip to go, high-time I tell ya. It's causing me to live I life I do no wish to live: house-bound, inactive, and in far too much pain.
I can't help but get caught up in the minute details of it all: how am I supposed to get in and out of a car/bed when my arms are destroyed by RA? How am I going to deal with all the damn stairs in my house? What if my ass falls off? (I am not actually scared of this, it's in reference to my new favourite - though now inactive - blog by Arley McNeney, fellow Canadian and youngster hip recipient. Part of her ass was literally unattached after surgery. Seriously).
But, I have been promising myself the past couple of days to really focus on the positive. I even have my own mantra, which I say aloud when my hip painfully grinds and pops its way into place:
"Smooth metal ball, shiny new socket. Smooth metal ball, shiny new socket. Smooth metal ball, shiny new socket". Oh yes, smooth metal ball and shiny new socket, you will soon be mine!