Turns out, I have fibroids. Normal as can be, but mine are fucking up a few days of my month more and more. I would just have a hystorcomy, but who has time for that? My doc seems to believe this ablation (they are going to scald the inside of my uterus with hot water inside of a balloon until it scars) will work. And I'll be put to sleep a little. Sounds beautiful, doesn't it?
Not a huge procedure. I should be fine within a day or so. But I want my family to treat me like I could die during it. Bob completely forgot he had to pick me up, and has his VA appointment. Well...that is okay. My dad can pick me up. I'll just leave my car there. Whatever.
My kids couldn't give a SHIT that I have to be there at 5:30 in the morning and that I can't take Excedrine for my headache. They just keep coming to me with requests for more homework help, different lunches, etc.
Bob has already gone to bed downstairs. No surprises there. He is being a complete ass. He loves to remind me that we live off of his money and he pays for everything. Every fucking thing. Even the insurance that will pay for 80% of this procedure.
Okay dude, I get it. But I AM having surgery tomorrow and if I die, you'll get less money, jerk.
No one cares. I take offense to that. I want them to be worried. My needy ass, needs that.
My expectations will forever fuck me up.
I took the next two days off of my internship. WHICH I LOVE, by the way. I think I found my place. I love the hospital. I love the patients. I love the professionalism. I love the woman who is training me. I HOPE they hire me. It's a great place. WHEW! I love it.
Anyway, wish me luck for tomorrow. It's seriously like NOTHING. But I would like to be treated like I'm having a brain transplant.