See, I knew it.
I finally reached the surgery coordinator (which, if you don’t know what that is, is just the chick who pencils shit on the calendar) for the office where they will be performing my tubal ligation.
May 5th.
For a minute or two I was actually excited, and almost ran straight to the nearest computer to tell you all about it.
Something stopped me from doing that. I thought to myself, “Well why go and get all skippy about it? Because seriously, a lot can happen between now and then.”
You might be thinking I’m bitching about not getting a surgery date and then bitching when I do.
Except, guess who called today? Huh.
The first thing she said when I called her back was, “You’re going to hate me.”
I was thinking why would I? Because I’m already such a fucking fan of yours??
Seems that the doctor who is performing the procedure is having a family emergency that day and won’t be in the office - at all.
First, how the hell do you have a family “emergency” that you get to plan TWO WHOLE MONTHS ahead of time? I told my mom about it and she said, “Isn’t that like when grandma tells you she’s going to be sick for your birthday, you know - six months ahead of time?” Yeah, kinda.
Second, what the fuck ever. *sigh* Ok, so when’s the next available day? How about the 19th? The 19th of May. Fine. Sure. Put it on your stupid calendar.
She’s right. I kind of hate her.
If, on May 20th of this year, I am home recovering from the procedure, maybe then I’ll think - whew, finally!
Until then I’m just thinking: What the fuck ever.
Ok, so since today is my birthday, let me share with you some goodies that my girlfriends were sweet enough to get for me:
Some lotions from Shawni…
Which also came with this cute little bag, and a bigger bottle of lotion and some shower gel:
A very nice candle set from Tina that has become my new centerpiece:
A bottle of wine from Yvonne:
I also got another bottle of wine from Jill, but for that I’d have to take a picture of my belly, because it’s… well - gone.
Then Lesley got me this cute little set of shot glasses, for drinking shots of - coffee! You know, because what other kind of shots are there?? Except purple hooters, or buttery nipples, and I just realized how much I like shots that are named after boobs. So… moving on, check ‘em out!
So cute, huh!
My mom asked what kind of plans I had for my birthday. Well, I kind of told everyone I already had plans, so I could be alone.
I’m just not into it this year. It’s not the getting old thing, I just don’t feel like celebrating. I’ve always liked time to myself, but just I can’t seem to get enough time alone these days. I don’t share that with my girlfriends - I know they would feel like they need to cheer me up. Truth is, I just want to wallow a little bit. I feel bad if I whine to them, and I know they will scold me for not whining to them (I guess they don’t call it whining, but that’s what it feels like to me, so anyway) so I’d rather just keep to myself for awhile until I work it all out.
Some days I feel ok, and then there are some days where I think about everything I’ve been through in the last few months and the challenges in the next few months coming up… it just makes me want to crawl in bed for week or so. Is that so bad?
