Countdown... 13 days until surgery!

So impatient.

So. Impatient.

Funny how the word impatient is mostly "patient".

Crap.

I wish I could go in right this second and have my surgery. But, 13 days it is.

I've been feeling so run down, maybe a little depressed, maybe allergenic, maybe tamoxed out. That shit makes me tired - I feel it soon after I take it. It helps me sleep, so that's good. And I'm not getting chubby on it. That's also a big one in the win column.

But damn. My left wrist hurts more than ever.

Went for my second pre-op (first with the plastic surgeon - just got a whopping bill for that shyte!)  This time with my general doc, who's actually a nurse and super cool. She is quite pleased with how healthy I am, ironically healthier than last time we met, right before The Diagnosis.  I told her that cancer has done wonders for my health. Strangely, it has.  Though I am wickedly hungry now (I'm hormonal every 2 weeks, it definitely is wreaking havoc on my hormones, and I pretty much have my period every other week now. Luckily it's not heavy or painful, just annoying and hunger-provoking).

We did everything including an EKG. But I have to go elsewhere for lab work, as the health center has a lab that accepts every insurance except mine. Fuckers.

So I'm going to try and go early Monday. We have a long day, but it seems we always do. And I need this crap done lickety-split. What if there's a cancellation next week and I can go in early? You KNOW I'll be there, but the bloodwork and urinalysis needs to be done. Note to self: avoid asparagus and excessive beets the night before.

House is a disaster. I'm so tired. Did I mention how tired I am? Must clean. Tomorrow. Always tomorrow. If nothing else, I can clean during recovery. Riiiiight.

Anyhoo, I'm so excited to say sayonara to Barbie, my expander. She is such a bitch. Do I name my new implant? She will most likely name herself in time, just like Barb did.

Before I eat anything more, I must take a melatonin and go watch something mindless in bed (I had some kryptonite, I mean, cereal, and the washed that down with my daughter's leftover Cheddar Bunnies that she didn't eat all week at lunch. Yeah, they're organic. But they're wheat. And salt. And delicious. Oh, Annie. Why do you torture me so, with your children's snack foods???)

Gonna be a hot one tomorrow... If I hear one more person talk about the damned weather... of course, folks like small obvious talk. So yeah. It's gonna be a hot one.  ;)