That's not the kinda thing I want to drop into the cosmic puddle. To have other people get nudged by my negative ripple.
But feeling awful led me to remembering something useful. (See? As if by magic!)
Part of this disemboweling (that's really a word? wow.) was an epidural. Welllll I don't have any babies, so it was never a factor, but I have massaged 3000+ people and it was something I'd hear. How a nice young woman had terrible pain, post-epidural.
So, part of the morning of surgery-when I wasn't hi-jinxing anyone I could(oh yes I did-what are you, kidding?) by asking if people bailed out on their surgery at the last minute-(and that's funny because when I'd ask that? They'd move me forward more swiftly.)
But the point (and I do have one) was I told them I was pretty afraid of this epidural thing (That was not a dramatization. I really was.) and I got a lot of extra, kind, slow, "Are you okay, Miss Farrell*?" attention. And that's one spot on my entire body that is not emitting gamma rays of horribleness on this very fine day when I am eating Starlight mints exclusively.
And the moral here, is just tell the truth.
I feel seriously crappy today.
*I've never actually been 'Miss Farrell' officially but I just kinda roll with it because who cares, right? But you had to see P's face when they called HIM Mr. Farrell.
Not good. Not good at all.