Today we found out that Momma might not be able to have her surgery on Thursday. I, for one, think the rationale is weak and won't be supported by empirical evidence. Still, it's thrown Momma for a loop. She's been quite cranky since she got home, and I finally got her to bed. (Yeah, yeah, judge all you want to...just wait until it's you.)
I can't understand why the doctors want to postpone. To be honest, I really want to drive down to their office and beat the shit out of them. No guarantees that I won't. It seems so silly to me - the doctors say that Momma has a minor infection. She asked if that meant we'd have to wait until the original surgery date, October 30. The response? "Well, we'd have to re-schedule..." This means that her original date is gone. She can't wait much longer, and quite honestly, neither can I. All this over a minor infection? (btw, I don't believe this 'minor infection' exists. I think the sample was bad.)
And because I'm an emotional eater, I really am craving Taco Bell. I wish I had someone who would bring it to me. Damn! But I'm trying to be good, to not give in to these temptations. Also, it generally doesn't taste that good, but it's easy, and hand-sized.
Tomorrow's Wednesday!! Thank goodness.
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