Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Sorry I Can't Write More, I'm Busy Being CUT OPEN

It's my last day of work before my surgery. Which means that all the time I've been using to blog, which I should've been using to work, must be made up now. Which means that I am going to be a very busy girl today. I have bills to enter, bills to pay, money to appropriate, a desk to clean, letters to mail, and general tidying up to do. Because I'll be out for three or four days, and I don't want someone sitting here and finding that I'm a slob. Because I am, I just don't want it to be that obvious.

Anyway, today is pretty hairy. Because it's the day before my surgery and all sorts of worst-case-scenarios are running through my head. And because I need to get everything in order here before I go. And because I am under instructions to not smoke or drink alcohol today. So I have not had a cigarette since roughly 11:40pm last night.* And this is a horrible feeling. Actually, I really feel bad for my boyfriend and coworkers, because I am really crabby. And when I say "crabby," I mean "a raging bitch from hell."

Because not only am I on the eve of my operation, but my car, my beloved Gwen, is giving me problems. A phone call from my friend Chuck informed me that she's leaking an inappropriate amount of oil. And what does a girl of 25 do when there's a problem with her car? She goes straight to Daddy. Who lets her know that there is probably NO OIL IN HER CAR, according to the dipstick reading. Allow me to add that I am usually very good about this sort of thing. Because when you drive a '96 car with, oh, 140,000 miles on it, you have to kind of stay on top of stuff like that. But, somehow, I sprung a leak. Four quarts to fill it, and five extra quarts, just in case, and I'm up and running. Naturally, Billy is also on the case, calling me when he thinks I've made it to whatever destination I was headed, to make sure I got there and my motor didn't explode. Now I have to make an appointment to get my CAR's insides fixed, scheduling it to coincide with MY insides being fixed. Awesome.

So I won't be updating for a while, a few days at least. I'm going to the hospital this afternoon (after I check my oil and fill accordingly) to donate some blood to myself, should I need it during surgery. Then tomorrow, bright and early, I get to head to the OR with no makeup and no nail polish on and get my ovaries tinkered with. I'm scared, but I just want to get this over with. Wish me luck.

I'll be back soon.


*Please refrain from leaving "Why don't you quit smoking now?!" comments. I know. I've thought of that, too. We'll see, okay?

11 comments:

tiff said...

If anyone has an excuse to take a break, it's you!

Good luck, though I'm sure you won't need it. Stay happy thinking about all the bloggers that will miss you!

Tiffany said...

I'll be thinking good thoughts!

Liz said...

You will be in my thoughts tomorrow!! Think of all the fun stories about the hospital, you will have for us. I am sure the nurses will rate at least one post.

anno said...

Good luck tomorrow. I'm sure all will go well. We'll be looking forward to the stories afterwards.

Bite Me said...

Recover quickly, we'll miss ya. :-)

"Faith" said...

Good luck, and get well soon! :)

Casey said...

I'll be thinking about you. Good luck tomorrow!

God's gift to women (with really low standards) said...

I would say good luck, but you're a badass and I'm sure you don't need it. Hope you have a quick recovery.

The Editter said...

lie back and think of vodka, cigarettes and nailpolish!

kate said...

good luck and feel better soon.

Jasika said...

*thinking of you*