Not much to update you on here.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about Friday. Let’s put it this way, don’t Google anything you don’t really want vivid detailed descriptions of. I asked my mother what the likelihood of the anesthesia causing me to act like a jackass was – she told me to tell the anesthesiologist that I was anxious and to give me some of his “Magic Medicine”. I don’t know if she was just pulling my leg, but she said I was less likely to freak out now than if I was 15. Not reassuring, per se, but it’s all I have.
I will say I am still very, very excited about seeing the pugs and about having Mom and Dad in town. I hope they’ll get to do some fun things with Matt while I am doped to the gills at the house. I want them to take the pugs to the dog park, hit Academy Sporting Goods and generally enjoy themselves. They can slide a popsicle under my tongue before they leave. I’ll be fine.
Work is plugging along nicely this week. I am getting plenty done, and I am even packing for our move in spare moments. I have a lot of training and talking to do this week, which I hope means that I am getting it all out of my system for a bit.
Zumbaed last night - met Erika there and found that Lorenza was subbing for Jessica. I also found that Lorenza started class 5 minutes early, and since I was hustling to get from office to Y in under 30 minutes, I was not pleased. I grumbled a lot. I feel bad about that – I need to be more flexible. But how flexible can I be when I miss the class warm-up? Seriously. OK, OK. Here is my promise. Once I get back into the exercise thing, I promise I won’t let the latecomers who stand right in front of me, or teachers not starting or ending as scheduled, or people who talk during routines , and get in my space, etc. – I won’t let these people get my goat. I’ll be serene and cheerful and yes…flexible.
Onward. Upward.
PS - The jelly is maybe a little thicker than 24 hours ago, but is by no means jelly. I think I'll be doing a little post-tonsillectomy jellymaking after all. Unless something happens today while I'm at work. Those fingers? Keep 'em crossed!
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about Friday. Let’s put it this way, don’t Google anything you don’t really want vivid detailed descriptions of. I asked my mother what the likelihood of the anesthesia causing me to act like a jackass was – she told me to tell the anesthesiologist that I was anxious and to give me some of his “Magic Medicine”. I don’t know if she was just pulling my leg, but she said I was less likely to freak out now than if I was 15. Not reassuring, per se, but it’s all I have.
I will say I am still very, very excited about seeing the pugs and about having Mom and Dad in town. I hope they’ll get to do some fun things with Matt while I am doped to the gills at the house. I want them to take the pugs to the dog park, hit Academy Sporting Goods and generally enjoy themselves. They can slide a popsicle under my tongue before they leave. I’ll be fine.
Work is plugging along nicely this week. I am getting plenty done, and I am even packing for our move in spare moments. I have a lot of training and talking to do this week, which I hope means that I am getting it all out of my system for a bit.
Zumbaed last night - met Erika there and found that Lorenza was subbing for Jessica. I also found that Lorenza started class 5 minutes early, and since I was hustling to get from office to Y in under 30 minutes, I was not pleased. I grumbled a lot. I feel bad about that – I need to be more flexible. But how flexible can I be when I miss the class warm-up? Seriously. OK, OK. Here is my promise. Once I get back into the exercise thing, I promise I won’t let the latecomers who stand right in front of me, or teachers not starting or ending as scheduled, or people who talk during routines , and get in my space, etc. – I won’t let these people get my goat. I’ll be serene and cheerful and yes…flexible.
Onward. Upward.
PS - The jelly is maybe a little thicker than 24 hours ago, but is by no means jelly. I think I'll be doing a little post-tonsillectomy jellymaking after all. Unless something happens today while I'm at work. Those fingers? Keep 'em crossed!
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