Prep

Well, the clock is ticking. 17 days. Honestly, the part that freaks me out is the ventilator. I'm hoping they give me enough meds that I won't remember being on it. "Try not to fight the ventilator" uh-yeah. Last time I checked, breathing was involuntary. Sheesh.
If only it was JUST a surgery. And I mean that. I also have to think about everything that goes along with it. I am the bill-payer, so I have to train the husband to do the bills while I'm out of it. Then there's the matter of WHO will be in Baltimore with me because no one person can just go and stay for the entire 3 weeks (figuring 2 in the hospital and 1 after discharge). Who's going to be there what days and such and where my kids will be. Then disability coverage- blah, blah, blah.
Oh AND I have to make sure I still have a job to come back to when I DO come back... whenever THAT is. I was told that I will still have a job... but I'm needing that in writing because who the hell else is going to hire me? REALLY. I wouldn't blame them. Even though hopefully I will be good to go for quite a while after I heal from this surgery. Yeah- a little chemo and some docs appointments but I shouldn't be needing any more surgeries after this one. Hell, I should have only had 2 surgeries MAX in the first place. I just took the long way around (the dumbass path).
I shouldn't have to worry about any of that other crap by the time all is said and done. And BOY am I ready for it to be done. Wishing I could just take a pill and wake up in 2 months.

So, I'm on the phone pretty much all day today... have I mentioned how much I dislike talking on the phone?!? Well- I DO! I end up making a thousand calls just to leave messages so they can call me back at the worst time possible. Just about every time.

I know- I should not be worried about who's taking care of my girls or the house or whatever and I should focus on getting the surgery and getting better. it just doesn't work that way. I WISH I should just say "Eh, screw it. YOU take care of everything." Well. I COULD. I could say that... it doesn't mean it will get taken care of.
At least if I do it myself or rather, DON'T do it myself- I can only blame one person... ME. If I hand it to someone else to do- I am not permitted to bitch when stuff goes wrong because 'Hey, they were helping you out.'

You can see my delimma now.

grrr.

This only underlines the phrase "Suck it, Cancer."