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tinhuvielDrama! Excitement! Intrigue! Sexual tension! Mystery! Passion! Trepidation! Antici...........
.........pation.
Everything on my to-do list was achieved today except for paying the insurance. That will have to wait until Wednesday perhaps, because the Nationwide place was closed both times I had the chance to go today. Bad timing....
The pre-op testing was OK. I met another person who'll be having the surgery the day after I do. He seemed quite excited about it all. I'm still not excited, or scared, or anything like that.
In extreme situations, though, I tend to go all numb. That's why I'm still functioning during emergencies when everyone around me is keening like a herd of rabid Irish women. I just remain numb until the unheaval has subsided, then I fly all to hell. So.... I figure by a week from Friday, I'll be a lump of aching misery, whining for mucho pampering.
The little class with Diane was quite illuminating, moreso for Aunt Tudi than for myself. There were some aspects of the surgery and post-op care that I'd just not told Aunt Tudi because I didn't want her to worry or spaz. She needed other reassurances before bombs like that were dropped. The way it was all handled, I think she's come to grips with it all quite well and I have no doubt that she'll be an incredible support person.
In other news, when I got home and checked my mail, I had a letter from G about tomorrow. He and N want to meet Llew and me tomorrow evening. It's going to be a very interesting birthday dinner. I also had a naughty e-card from Lord Michael. Why is it that, every couple of years, males decide it in their best interest to display their colours, as 't'were, in the attempt to impress me? My contention is that it's some sort of pheromone thing. I still say that's what compelled Llew to chase me. It wasn't the power of Christ that compelled him, that's for certain.
Needless to say, any male admirers I have now will have my continued favour as the weight departs. These other dickheads needn't look in my direction later when they won't look now, else the Fury that resides within my person will be unleashed and Hell will look like a pleasant place compared to the wrath that will befall them. Wailing and gnashing of teeth will be tame. Scorned doesn't even begin to cover it.
I have been up since 5:30 this morning, so I'm very sleepy. I think I'll retire early and try not to think about having to return to The Pit tomorrow.
.........pation.
Everything on my to-do list was achieved today except for paying the insurance. That will have to wait until Wednesday perhaps, because the Nationwide place was closed both times I had the chance to go today. Bad timing....
The pre-op testing was OK. I met another person who'll be having the surgery the day after I do. He seemed quite excited about it all. I'm still not excited, or scared, or anything like that.
In extreme situations, though, I tend to go all numb. That's why I'm still functioning during emergencies when everyone around me is keening like a herd of rabid Irish women. I just remain numb until the unheaval has subsided, then I fly all to hell. So.... I figure by a week from Friday, I'll be a lump of aching misery, whining for mucho pampering.
The little class with Diane was quite illuminating, moreso for Aunt Tudi than for myself. There were some aspects of the surgery and post-op care that I'd just not told Aunt Tudi because I didn't want her to worry or spaz. She needed other reassurances before bombs like that were dropped. The way it was all handled, I think she's come to grips with it all quite well and I have no doubt that she'll be an incredible support person.
In other news, when I got home and checked my mail, I had a letter from G about tomorrow. He and N want to meet Llew and me tomorrow evening. It's going to be a very interesting birthday dinner. I also had a naughty e-card from Lord Michael. Why is it that, every couple of years, males decide it in their best interest to display their colours, as 't'were, in the attempt to impress me? My contention is that it's some sort of pheromone thing. I still say that's what compelled Llew to chase me. It wasn't the power of Christ that compelled him, that's for certain.
Needless to say, any male admirers I have now will have my continued favour as the weight departs. These other dickheads needn't look in my direction later when they won't look now, else the Fury that resides within my person will be unleashed and Hell will look like a pleasant place compared to the wrath that will befall them. Wailing and gnashing of teeth will be tame. Scorned doesn't even begin to cover it.
I have been up since 5:30 this morning, so I'm very sleepy. I think I'll retire early and try not to think about having to return to The Pit tomorrow.
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