Here's the deal. I sat without batting an eyelash while the surgeon described in great detail the peeling back of my cheek to get to the bone. All fine. However, I just read the detailed procedure for the insertion of the PEG feeding tube that has been ordered and I am bouncing off the walls, thinking of changing my name and leaving town, and other assorted ill-advised actions.

Will someone who has experienced this please tell me it is not the medieval torture I have worked myself up to believe it is? It is not the idea of having it that freaks me out, but the getting of it.

I know, I know, I have far greater problems than this, but this is the sticking point.

I will very much appreciate any assistance in getting my poor, addled brain back on track.

Joanna the Unraveled