(no subject)
My surgery just got put off until after the wedding. I really didn't want to wait but Doug begged and begged and begged. He seemed to think that I wouldn't recover in time and that I would be black and blue in the face and turn into the Hunchback of Notre Dame with a giant gaping vagina...with fangs. And hemroids.
I told him to, essentially, blow it out his ass and called my mother who has had the same surgery. She said that yes I would recover in time, but a better reason to wait was that I was already stressed enough as it is with planning the wedding without adding to the stress.
So there you go. I'm just going to extend the time I take off of work for the wedding and honeymoon and have it done right after we get back, around the 18th or 19th of June. God I can't wait. I just want to be able to breath normally when I sleep and not wake up with a burning sore throat.
In other news....
52 Days to go before the wedding!!!
I told him to, essentially, blow it out his ass and called my mother who has had the same surgery. She said that yes I would recover in time, but a better reason to wait was that I was already stressed enough as it is with planning the wedding without adding to the stress.
So there you go. I'm just going to extend the time I take off of work for the wedding and honeymoon and have it done right after we get back, around the 18th or 19th of June. God I can't wait. I just want to be able to breath normally when I sleep and not wake up with a burning sore throat.
In other news....
52 Days to go before the wedding!!!