again. Sigh.
Harry's therapy crap went well yesterday, and I am off the hook for
further visits; I do hope he can manage on his own.
Tomorrow I have my pre-surgery blood work and stuff at the hospital,
where I will meet the anaesthetist, be told that I have a Class I
airway, and feign interest. I am not hostile, I just want this to be
over, and quickly. And I want Versed, lots of it -- that's some
wonderful stuff; it truly makes one not give a royal damn, and I need
much more of that in my life.
Butsoanyway.
I finally heard from Baby Bat, the consummate bovarist; she's been
preoccupied with a *new* guy, and I'm a liberal girl, so I will
refrain from passing judgement, but I might have a little better
attitude if all of them weren't unemployed losers. It always goes the
same way with her -- they are supposed to rescue her, they instead
leech a few hundred off her and she stops wanting to have sex with
them, then they get angry at her and they say they dumped her, and she
says she dumped them, and I lose the will to live halfway through the
story, because it is always the same.
Butsoanyway.
They will be trapping without me this weekend; I am in pain, plus have
too much to get done before Monday. It's ok, though; the guy who is
heading this up on behalf of the rescue group has this under control.
If anything, I would probably create problems because after three
years of being an amateur, I am...well...still a monumental fuck-up.
ok...Mom left a few hours ago (I have been typing this off and on
since I came home, and now am watching The Fifth Element...can you
tell?), and I need to get some sleep. One thing I quite decidedly *am*
anticipating with glee is being out of this constant, horrible pain,
if only for a year or two, like last time. Yay.
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