"Every story must have an ending..."
My surgery is on the morrow at 7:30. So as you sat down to first period today, I was under the knife. My life in the hands of an anestesiaologist (i am so sorry for that spelling error) and my future in the good doctor/surgeon. Kind of unerving to have so much riding on so little time and so much skill. I can only hope human error takes a nap. I do not fear it owver, as much as I do the aftereffects. I fear being helpless. I fear no one visiting or calling or caring. I fear my own hatred for my own weakness and stupidity on that fateful night and future nights to come. Oh well, I will read history and biology and perhaps play a game or two tomorrow.
Saturday was a punishment for something I did a long time ago or something. I am not to be sick before surgery and what do I do? I go to a soccer tourney where it is like 40 degrees and pouring. Damn unpredictable weather. It was horrible. Coach was an ass to brett again and yelled at me a few times. He will get his when I get better. Well I have a very early and eventful day ahead so I must retire. I can only hope that everything goes well and my fears are absolved.
"The red carpet has teeth."
Saturday was a punishment for something I did a long time ago or something. I am not to be sick before surgery and what do I do? I go to a soccer tourney where it is like 40 degrees and pouring. Damn unpredictable weather. It was horrible. Coach was an ass to brett again and yelled at me a few times. He will get his when I get better. Well I have a very early and eventful day ahead so I must retire. I can only hope that everything goes well and my fears are absolved.
"The red carpet has teeth."