The day has come and the schedule has been set, Global Pandemic be damned.
In two days, my cyborg transformation will begin. I’m not super excited about a two-day hospital stay, however. All those sick people. Not to mention having to do this entirely solo because no visitors are allowed during the shutdown. On the plus side, I’ll be in complete and total charge of the remote. I just hope that the food is decent.
It has been a little odd lately with the various reactions to the upcoming surgery, ranging from “no big deal” to “what are you going to have for your last meal?” As well as just wanting to talk to me one last time before I “go under”. I’m not sure what this says about our confidence in the medical world. Perhaps the Stay-homa Virus has us all in a fear mode. Whatever the reason, it has been nice hearing from friends and family, some of whom I haven’t talked to for several months.
I’ve been asked if I have any anxieties about the upcoming brain probe and for the most part I don’t. I’m just preparing myself for the eventuality of it not working and all of this being for naught (although I did have a dream that I died on the operating table, but was revived and it forever changed my life, which would be kind of a cool story). I was told by my surgeon that he has never performed DBS on anyone who is completely PD drug resistant, nor does he have any knowledge of any other surgeons doing so. He has no idea if this will help at all.
Oh well, no regerts.
Maybe I’ll get that tattooed on me somewhere. After the pandemic of course.