They're telling me to be there at 9:00. (How civilized.) I think that means I'll probably get knocked out at 10:30-ish but that's just based on my imagination. Like many other things.
I can eat till midnight and drink water or apple juice till 7:00 am.
I'm supposed to be in there for 2 days. Does that count the surgery day as Day One asks P? I dunno. It's Two Days Hospital Time. I'm not asking.
I had my final fitness assessment this morning. Do you know, it's not often I feel like someone is being patronizing so I can't even say if that's what this was, but something felt that little bit ick about what I thought had been a pretty kick ass-self driven-experience so I wasn't skipping when I left.
P said, I wouldn't let that pop your balloon. So I didn't.
Instead of getting a fabulous 'survivor' t-shirt, they printed me this nice piece of paper. Of course, I had to adjust it on it's way to the recycling can because this is my lot in life.
Around about 1:30 this afternoon, my insurance company (Land of Lincoln)that is set to explode on September 30 accepted me back into their fold until the end of September-where I had been banished(without my consent)to Blue Cross/Blue Shield who is going to charge me around about 120 additional dollars per month AND make me pay a new deductible that's good for 3 months.
It is so much bullshit I'm not going to even apologize for swearing.
We have met the enemy and he is us.
On the other hand, I left the other job Monday and said, 'Okay I'll see ya in a month!' and the response was 'You're not here on Wednesday?' and I was thinking: Well, okay-if you don't mind my ass sticking out the back of my gown.
Thanks for all your t's, p's and mo-jo. See you soon.