One major thing that I left off of my "weirdo" meme the other day...I suffer from Delayed Reality Syndrome.
I'm sure you haven't heard of such a thing because I have completely made it up. This is the term I've created to describe my little quirkiness. You see, when anything major arises in my life I fail to accept how major it really is until the very last possible moment and then I'm swept with emotions in the instant that I realize...well, reality.
Here is an example:
My sister getting married. For the entire engagement period I touted how happy I was to be able to be the only child, I would have the house to myself, be spoiled by my parents, and enjoy complete and utter privacy. As tissues were handed out before the ceremony to be tucked in our bras (just in case a tear crept up) I declined the offer and hooted with joy that my sister was moving out of the house...no tears for me. Reality struck me while I was standing at the alter next to her, yeah...without a tissue. Let's just say the tux that the groomsmen standing next to me was wearing, well, it wasn't returned quite as clean as when it was rented. I wiped my snot on it.
Anyway, what is the point of this post?
Well, I have a condition called otosclerosis. Basically, one of the bones in my ear has stopped functioning. The bone that is "frozen" is the stapes bone. Hence...I have a frozen stapes. This has caused me to begin to lose my hearing in my right ear. A simple procedure called a stapedectomy will remove the bone and replace it with a prosthetic. It is a minor surgery and is an outpatient procedure.
This has been a fun topic for Ad and I and we've had many obnoxious conversations regarding my frozen stapes. I'm pretty sure she is ready for this phase of my life to be over because if I bring this topic up again I'm sure she'll smack me. But there is nothing I love more than to annoy the living daylights out of her. That's what friends are for.
Until yesterday it has been a very light hearted topic for me. But, DRS has struck. As with any medical procedure there are always risks involved and my mind has been thinking on that today. The reality has set in.
So, my sweet blogging friends, I ask for prayer. Pray my doctor is in good mind and alert and sober. I trust God will take care of me but I do have a bit of nervousness. So please pray that I have peace of mind and heart.
I go in tomorrow early in the morning so I doubt I'll post a follow up for a few days. Until then, blog on!
9 Comments:
Hi Bek -
I'll pray for a successful surgery and a sober mind for you. I'd be nervous too.
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Anonymous, at 11:57 AM
I think there is a little bit of DRS in all of us.
Father, be with Rebekah in her surgery, and hold her close in your loving arms. AMEN
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Susan, at 12:02 PM
Ah, girl, I know you're a little nervous. I'll be praying for your peace of mind yesterday. I love ya girl, despite the fact that annoying me brings you such pleasure!!!
(Don't forget to pick up your handicapped tag on the way out of the Dr's office. I'm sure they are standard issue for these procedures!)
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Addie, at 12:27 PM
I'm another DRS sufferer. When we left the Northwest to move to KC, I was all "I'm so excited! This is totally the plan of God for us! Oh, I just can't wait to get there." Then, as we're pulling out of our driveway and my best friend is waving at me, I ran full force into the ugly cry and it really hits me - we are leaving ALL our friends, to go to a place where we know NOONE! So, yeah, I can relate to your syndrome. But it all turned out great in the end, and I'm sure it will for you, too.
I will pray for you and your Dr.'s tomorrow. Be sure to give us an update on how it all goes.
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Sarah, at 1:34 PM
Of course I'll pray for you. And now for a little humor. Sorry, but I'm mortified and have to share. Bearing in mind that I even looked up the word stapes and couldn't find it, I decided for some reason, when you said frozen stapes, that you had frozen umbilical cords, that gross part that falls off the baby, in your freezer. Cause some people seem to think it's cool to save those. And it kind of sounds like they should be called stapes, don't you think?
Oh my word, could I possibly have been any farther off the mark than that? I just need a better dictionary is all.
Praying everything goes very well for you and you bounce right back.
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Barb, at 4:56 PM
Barb,
Oh my word, you are just too too funny!!!
I figured there would be a lot of confusion when I posted so vaguely the other day...but really it was to humor Addie. But your comment left me laughing so hard because Addie and I had joked about me bringing my stapes home and displaying it...kind of like bringing home your tonsils or something gross like that. So really - you should be scared that you share a sick sense of humor like us!!!
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Rebekah, at 8:19 PM
Praying for you!
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Anonymous, at 10:57 PM
Oh wow! I'll be praying!
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Heather Hansen, at 12:52 AM
I agree; DRS in all of us, yes. I'm feeling (or not feeling) that about this enlarged overy I've got to get out of me.
But a prayer went up for you from here. OK?
HUGS!
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Pfingston, at 3:35 AM
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