Getting Your Hopes Up
“If all goes well, the last drain in my back and the antibiotic pump will be removed this week. Or not.”
We all do it, even though we know better. We get our hopes up.
If all goes well, the last drain in my back and the antibiotic pump will be removed this week. Or not. It's possible my doctors will want me to keep the pump a while longer. And there's always the chance my other doctor will want me to keep the drain, too.
I tell myself that if that's what happens, it's okay. After all, I've lived with them this long, a little longer wouldn't be so bad.
But I know when I'm lying to myself. I'd be hugely disappointed.
You can live with just about anything if you have to. Tubes and IVs and drugs and all that. But once you get an end-date, once you think it's going to be over, it becomes much more difficult, almost impossible, to tolerate those things any longer.
So I hope that things go my way this week. Like Pinocchio, I'm really tired of having strings, or tubes, on me.
I want, I need, to be disconnected.
7:35 AM ET | 12- 3-2007 | permalink

