Lovely parting gifts.

I'm having surgery in a week.  Not a huge deal, and nothing I'm terribly concerned about, in fact, I'm kind of looking forward to the overnight hospital vacation.  Okay, the looking forward to the relaxation part is not entirely true, as staying in a hospital is anything but relaxing.  But they do have drugs and cable, which will likely make me nostalgic for college.

My largest concern about this whole thing is my doctor.  For one thing, he looks like a shorter, less-ginger Conan O'Brien, which is a bit disturbing.  Makes it just a touch harder to take him seriously, not to mention the horrible nightmares in which he starts the surgery, but Jay Leno finishes it.  But I think it will be okay, I'm certain he can he can yank a gallbladder in his sleep.  I believe it's something they teach the first semester of medical school, right after ingrown toenail and appendix. 

The other problem is the fact that I don't know him, I've only met him once.  I know that's the standard with a general surgeon, but it's just not something I'm used to.  I've had 3 other surgeries, all of them c-sections and all of them done by the same doctor, a doctor I've been seeing for about 13 years.  Our relationship has been much more organic, starting with a meeting in her office, which slowly progressed to the grope 'n' poke, then eventually to surgery.  With this doctor, it's just hello, slice.  It's weird, and I almost feel like I'm cheating on my OB something, I mean she's the only one who's ever cut me open before!

And here's my last concern, my other surgeries all involved getting to come home with a squishy, pink (okay, in my case, yellow), yummy smelling prize.  I have the feeling that I do not get an awesome parting gift with this surgery.  And if I do, I don't think I'm going to much care for it, let alone want to feed it or send it through college.