Freaking about Foot Surgery

So, I'm having foot surgery this week and won't be able to walk (normally) or drive for six whole weeks.  Understandably, I'm a little bitter about it too. One of my closest friends snapped this picture over the weekend while she was in line for her fountain Diet Coke fix at McDonalds. I love me a cheeseburger, but if this is me in a couple weeks, someone needs to promise me an intervention:

These are the reasons I'm just a "tichy-bit" nervous:
*I've never had surgery.

*I've never had anesthesia (and that word had to be typed 5 times before my attempt at it was even recognized by spell check)

*I actually did ATTEMPT to have an epidural during the birth of both of my children, however, it failed both times. That was mighty unfortunate for me and all the other people in my hallway...

*I won't have my wisdom teeth out, even though it has been recommended since I was nineteen because I'm scared of having surgery.

*I'm a self admitted Control Freak and the idea of not being able to do WHAT I want to do WHEN I want to do it freaking me out. I mean, sometimes a girl just needs to wander Target...and not in one of those ridiculous electric wheelchairs!

*Daytime TV sucks.

*How am I going to pretend to exercise? I mean, I won't be able to set the alarm and tell myself that I'm going to get up at 5 and run (wog-walk/jog) a couple of miles. Awww, damn. Imma be fat(ter) when this is all over.

Crap. Someone needs to get me one of those wheelchairs.  I'm going to be depressed and will absolutely need a cheeseburger...