Sigh…. don’t read this post while you’re eating.

I’m going in for surgery tomorrow. For the last nine years, I’ve been living with a pilonidal cyst in my more… um… nether regions. After the initial infection my senior year of high school, it’s been pretty benign, with the occasional flareup. It’s always been a pain, but from what I learned from the occasional website is that the fix is a lot more painful. Well, during my past Australia trip, I had a flareup, and I didn’t have any antibiotics or doctors to turn to. During my international conversations with my wife, she finally got fed up my whining, and told me she was going to schedule an appointment with the surgeon for when I got back. She did, and I went.

Tomorrow morning, mom is picking up the kids, and Sarah will be taking me down to Chester County Hospital for the surgery. It’s outpatient, and the doctor has assured me that it won’t be too bad. When I went down Friday for my pre-op checkout, they said that they had done three of these procedures in the last week. I think that helped me.

Anyway, I’m not really scared… I just don’t want to be laid up and useless to those to whom I have responsibilities. We’re in a busy period right now with work, but my thought is that if I postpone the surgery, I won’t have the courage to reschedule it. Oh well… we’ll see. Someone bigger than me is in control.