The night before last, I had a very vivid dream.
I was about to head into surgery. When I got there, it was a big classroom, filled with my family, friends and strangers. Dr. Mayo was teaching this "course" and I was the living example. When we finally got around to having the operation, they didn't knock me out enough. I felt them cut into my thigh and immediately woke up to find that some random person was performing the op. To which I then demanded Dr. Mayo return because I wasn't letting just anyone open me up.
Like it or not, my subconscious thoughts are turning more and more to Surgery No. 2. So far, I've done a very, very good job of not thinking much about the whole thing, but now that I'm nine weeks away (holy crap, this is the first time I've counted and that's not long at all!) I'm having to deal with it more and more.
This time around, though, the physical planning and emotional mindset has been SO much easier.