Go Maria! Woo!
I'm at work, because I still have loose ends to tie up before my surgery on Friday, but I called the surgeon's scheduler to see if they can take me sooner, because I'm in a ton of pain. Like, I don't even know how much is "too much" anymore. So I'm crying at my desk for Ginger, and for myself, because I'm hurting like a mofo. And trying to get shit done, which I'm doing only a fair job of, at best.
Good luck, Maria! We are in your corner.
You too, Sparky. Yikes.
And you, JZ. I hope you have some easy and carefree days before too long.
Kick it in the ass, Maria.
Fingers crossed for good outcomes, Sparky.
I am going to pull up my socks and do things that need done today. I think "pulling up my socks" could become a new way to think about spoons, too.
Oh, Amy, gallbladder pain is not fun. I hope they can take you sooner. Soonest, really. ::gentle hugs::
And Hil.
And oh no, amyth! Come on, surgeon, be available. Or whatever is needed. Or chill out gallbladder. Something. Gah.
Oh no Sparky. Fingers crossed for a good outcome.
And oh no amyth. Pain is no good.
I am going to pull up my socks and do things that need done today.
I am exhausted (I just dozed off in front of the computer for about 20 minutes instead of working) from sadness and being awake at 3 a.m. with a horrible IBS flare that I had to drug into submission. I think I'm going to write "Pull Up Your Socks" on a post-it and stick it on the TV.
I don't know what to say. Virtual hugs for everybody. Please, take care of yourselves.