I'm suppose to be in surgery. Right now. I'm assuming you can tell that has not occurred. My father in law drove most of the night to get here and I'm just sitting in the same chair I slept in.
Why? That is a valid question. Apparently surgery was scheduled before the insurance approved it. And they didn't approve it. At least we got some notice, five minutes before we left for the hospital we found out. That's almost enough time to make microwave popcorn, so I can't complain.
Now the surgeon needs to do a peer to peer conference with my insurance company to explain that we aren't just doing this for fun and I get to wait to find out what happens. I am completely useless, I can't cook, walk, get dressed unless I have an hour to dedicate to the onputting of socks, or drive. If you think I sound whiny, you are wrong. I sound pathetic. There is a distinct difference.
I'll sit in my chair, try not to cry in front of company, or swear or drink to much. It's tough to be polite when things suck. Actually, for those of you that pray, pray I don't just develop a severe case of tourrettes in front of my father in law. I think that may be bad.
This is traumatic because you really have to psych yourself up to commit fully for surgery. I mean, that takes some energy, it's so easy to second guess your choice. If it turns out it was a great choice, if it doesn't it was a bad choice but not making a commitment means I get to sit RIGHT here, in THIS chair, the same chair I sleep in now and stay semi comotose on pharmisuticals.
Well, no one said life were fair, I just really want it to be not fair in my favor.
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