I Survived!

You were praying, weren't you? I could tell! You guys are the best! Mike brought me to the hospital yesterday afternoon. I hadn't been thinking about having that spinal all week, other than my posts, believe it or not - that's just how my mind operates. So, after I changed into my fashionable gown and was wheeled down to out-patient surgery and the nurse began to tell me about every stinkin' detail, I apparently started to get REALLY SCARED, because she called me "Sweetheart" and she slid me a box of Kleenex. I always wear my heart on my sleeve - there's no poker face here - I can't help it! I didn't realize how frightened I was...I mean, usually I'm pretty tough, but I snatched a Kleenex out of the box, just in case a rogue tear escaped (FYI, I held it together just fine...at that point, anyhow...) and kept listening, with big, saucer eyes to all the gory details.
Here's the thing. After I flipped onto the operating table (or whatever that bed-thing was called - I didn't have anything as evasive as surgery), it was a piece of cake. There was a time I almost passed out - but that was due to nerves, I guess. It certainly wasn't due to pain. So, all of you who prayed...thank you! And, I won't go into all the details, because they are kinda gross. But, if you ever have to have a spinal tap (btw, all the "cool kids" call it a lumbar puncture...) don't believe a word you've heard about all the pain. Nowadays, they numb you so well, all you feel is a little pressure. I've had zits that hurt worse than this! (That's real ladylike, isn't it?) But, honestly - it was such an easy procedure. Nothing like I've heard. All that fear for nothing.
Now I just wait for results. My new prayer? That I get SOME results. That they don't come back and say that they've found nothing...that I'm numb on one side of my body for who knows what reason. That would stink. Really stink. I can handle anything - even a brain tumor! Honest, I could - I just want to know what I'm fighting...tell me who my enemy is, so I can wage this war, already!
All this to say that yesterday, when I was so scared, I kept thinking that God was holding my hand while you were praying, and my other friends and family were praying, and Mike was out in the waiting room - and I was not alone.
How awesome is that?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again.
And again.
You guys are the best.
Thanks for being my bloggy buddies.