I'm writing this about two weeks post-surgery. I hope it's useful to some.

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Morning came, and with my ablutions done I went to the reception, having gotten impatient in waiting for Jano. On the way down the elevator I saw a man who looked like he was Thai, dressed in semi-formal garb with long sleeved striped polo and slacks. “Konnichiwa,” he said to me, thinking I was Japanese. Hmm, who was that guy? I just smiled since it’s not that uncommon I get mistaken for a Korean or Japanese in my early 20s. Must be my orange hair, eyeliner, and semi-pigtails. Mostly my fashion sense is a mix of Hong Kong and Japanese style, and a little young for my actual age of 28, but that’s just how I am. Being a managing partner of our own multimedia firm and marketing communications lead in my day job gives me certain liberties in my fashion sense. Getting to the reception area at the 3rd floor of the hospital, I quickly got registered and found out that my surgery date had been bumped up by one day, so instead of two days later I was having it the next day. Yay! But that also means we have one remaining day to finish our project.

After lunch, I finally met Jano, my contact person and the hospital's marketing guy. It turns out that he was the guy who greeted me in the elevator. We just didn’t recognize each other. With introductions done, I settled the payment for the surgery. There was a momentary scare when they could not find the downpayment entry in their account, but it was, fortunately a false alarm. Around 7500 USD poorer and with blood extracted for lab tests I strived to enjoy the rest of the last day that I would be fairly mobile. Unfortunately we had a project to complete, so after setting up the workstations my boyfriend and I got to work. At one point I had been so irritated that I started screaming at him while slapping my bra on the bed. We had quite a laugh about this later on as we recalled that moment. It was probably due to my boyfriend being so pushy about some aspects of the 3D animation we were doing while I was having a bad mood from the lack of hormones, stress of finishing the project and wanting to finish it to prepare and relax for my surgery.

After rushing about and arguing a bit, we eventally finished our project and sent it to our client. We had a hearty dinner at a small Thai cafeteria in the evening. Cheap but oh SOOO GOOOD! At least I’d have a good meal if I didn’t make it. I did make it, obviously, since I’m writing this but it was major surgery and though I was excited to have the procedure that I saved up for pretty much half a decade, I was also scared. I knew for a fact my body is okay with anaesthesia, having had breast augmentation four years earlier and a colonoscopy with general anasthesia. I’m pretty slim at about 120 lbs despite my lack of exercise so I knew I was generally fit. But SRS is major surgery and not something to be taken lightly, since they would be operating for six whole hours!

Mixed thoughts of happiness, dread, and impatience–come on, let’s get this done, heal and go home to have my normal life kind of feelings–swirled in my head as sleep took me that night.