Anxiety

Surgery is on Tuesday. I'm pretty worried about it. To the point that if I think about it I get sick to my stomach. Maybe I'm making the wrong choice, but I can't see dealing with this forever if I don't have to. The mean time is where my thinking breaks down. I am soooo not excited about not being able to walk for what seems like forever. I am not excited about PT, as I've done it before with my shoulder and it sucks. I really wish all this had never happened.