Day before surgery

The thought that 24 hours from now I will have voluntarily submitted myself to gimpitude makes me feel a little queasy. When I was in 8th grade I had minor surgery on my "hammer toes" to straighten them out. Really minor stuff, but I remember being really frustrated the day after surgery once I realized that I couldn't do anything, like walk, where I could do so perfectly well the day before. I expect the same kind of frustration tomorrow. And then second-guessing the success of the surgery, etc, etc. I gotta remember that I won't know crap until 3 months from now. OK, gotta get my pre-lame-ass to the bus station.