Spotify has a Rock 00s playlist. It’s like I’m in middle school or freshman year of high school all over again. XD
Oh hey, today is surgery day.
I’m super nauseous and nervous and slept very little. Definitely looking forward to that anesthesia.
I have to be there four hours before surgery for labs and prep. Bleh.
They told me to expect to stay overnight so I’m taking a bag and stuff to keep me entertained.
These tumors have not been any fun.
If someone tells you having tumors all over and inside your liver is fun, you walk away.
Imagine if I hadn’t gone to the Mayo Clinic in December. We wouldn’t have found the tumors and I’d just be walking around with em forever until one of them burst.
Funny how things work out.
Though after two biopsies and three CT scans within six months, I’m very much ready to be done with all this tumor/liver disease nonsense.
I went to the library yesterday and walked around with my cane. I got a book about cleaning up crime scenes and a book about mythology.
Do I wear sweatpants or shorts. Hmm.
Ugh I’m dreading the IV part today. I haven’t had any water since midnight.
My veins are tricky bastards.
The last thing I had to eat was fries and a slice of pie at Bakers Square. My friends took me out for a drive and late dinner.
My knees hurt something fierce today. I think I slept weird.
I’m allergic to the KT tape I bought. D:
And the scooter place never called me back yesterday. Sigh. If they charge an arm and a leg, there are other places I can try. I’m sure my dad would also take a crack at it.
So like. I’m a paranoid person.
If the worst happens, every WIP I have has a happy ending. Whatever a happy ending is for you and that fic. Go big or go home. Have fun with the ending. (I hate endings.)
But I’m hopeful that I’ll catch y’all later. ✌🏽
I hope the hospital food doesn’t suck.
And that I don’t look like a total mess in the gown.
Thank you all for being here. ❤️