Gallbladder surgery in four days. I can't stand the excitement.
Okay, so that's a bit untrue. There really is no excitement at all. I know it's a routine surgery and people go through much more serious surgery every day, but it still freaks me out. And all the stress re: post-surgery stuff (insurance, missing work, recovery, etc.) doesn't help either.
Tomorrow is my pre-admission testing, whatever the hell that means. Apparently I also get to find out all the nuts and bolts of what to expect on Thursday morning. I'm going to ask them if I can bring along my CD player to listen to some music right before the surgery. Because seriously, that would totally help me stay calmer.
I had a mini-meltdown this morning, re: everything. I started the day in a foul mood, felt better during Mass, then came home and the foul mood returned. My mind was running a mile a minute and I was restless and finally decided I needed to find some peace and safety. So I went to the one place where I knew peace and safety would be guaranteed. I went back to church. I slipped in just as everyone was leaving from the last Mass. Deacon T. told me I was more than welcome to sit in church for as long as I wanted. I think anyone else would have thought a girl with teary eyes and a nervous leg bounce, sitting alone in a dark church, was a little bit "off", but Fr. Rick and Deacon T. didn't bat an eye. They asked minimal questions and let me hang out for as long as I wanted. So I had a good cry, said a bunch of prayers, listened to the bells ring in the hour, asked God to hold my hand before/during/after the surgery, and decided the one-on-one time with Him was exactly what I needed.
Other than that, my day was fairly uneventful. Did some shopping at Best Buy and Borders, picked up some groceries at Kroger, and headed home for a nap and some TV viewing and some Parish Council-related work. And now it's time for bed.
Oh! And Fr. Rick had a totally awesome homily this morning (as always) that I really wanted to write about, since I had some reflections on it, but I'm too tired tonight. So until I have the energy, just to jog my memory -- water into wine at the wedding reception, Mary's absolute trust, math, "even by Catholic wedding reception standards", first miracle, nothing too trivial to request, Cana, renewing wedding vows.
Tomorrow is my pre-admission testing, whatever the hell that means. Apparently I also get to find out all the nuts and bolts of what to expect on Thursday morning. I'm going to ask them if I can bring along my CD player to listen to some music right before the surgery. Because seriously, that would totally help me stay calmer.
I had a mini-meltdown this morning, re: everything. I started the day in a foul mood, felt better during Mass, then came home and the foul mood returned. My mind was running a mile a minute and I was restless and finally decided I needed to find some peace and safety. So I went to the one place where I knew peace and safety would be guaranteed. I went back to church. I slipped in just as everyone was leaving from the last Mass. Deacon T. told me I was more than welcome to sit in church for as long as I wanted. I think anyone else would have thought a girl with teary eyes and a nervous leg bounce, sitting alone in a dark church, was a little bit "off", but Fr. Rick and Deacon T. didn't bat an eye. They asked minimal questions and let me hang out for as long as I wanted. So I had a good cry, said a bunch of prayers, listened to the bells ring in the hour, asked God to hold my hand before/during/after the surgery, and decided the one-on-one time with Him was exactly what I needed.
Other than that, my day was fairly uneventful. Did some shopping at Best Buy and Borders, picked up some groceries at Kroger, and headed home for a nap and some TV viewing and some Parish Council-related work. And now it's time for bed.
Oh! And Fr. Rick had a totally awesome homily this morning (as always) that I really wanted to write about, since I had some reflections on it, but I'm too tired tonight. So until I have the energy, just to jog my memory -- water into wine at the wedding reception, Mary's absolute trust, math, "even by Catholic wedding reception standards", first miracle, nothing too trivial to request, Cana, renewing wedding vows.