I'll break up the news and shit with random pictures. Why? Because I feel like it. Fuck you, that's why.
I enter a lot of competitions. Especially when there's a few knocking about for something I REALLY want. Since October I've been trying to win a Samsung Galaxy s2 for Mik's birthday. I was entering every competition giving one away that I found, even ones I usually don't.
Long story short, 2 days ago I got an email from a nice lady and today a postman made me sign for a shiny new £400 phone. Mik's happy, Mum gets his old phone, so I'm happy. I almost didn't enter the competition I won as I thought I probably didn't qualify, but I wrote in the form that I was sorry for entering if I wasn't eligible for the prize draw. Pretty glad I went for it, obviously.
Now see this.
We've had a lot of to-do around home lately, and nerves and emotions have been raw. I'm not making things easy, not at all. Like I said before, I have a helluva lot of challenge ahead this year, but I'm determined. I have priorities straight and I have realistic goals. S'it.
Look at this.
Had ANOTHER fucking pre-assessment at the hospital today, and my surgery date, which is two weeks today. Had the news that I'ma be on an all-female ward, which means no Mik. Obviously I freaked out majorly, there's a reason he's listed as my carer, but they told me I could both phone him and, once I have my surgery time told, sit with him where he waits until I have to go in. I'm worried, cause there's also a tiny chance he's not gonna be there when I come around from the anaesthesia. I know what I'm like when I'm put under stress like hospital, add in the grogginess and owies and I'll be in 5-year-old mode again
I hate myself in that mode more than anything.
Told the nurse about my issues and she told me to make sure I take a sedative the night before so I sleep, in the morning with my last water before I fast, and bring some with me as I may need/be allowed more when I'm there (I gotta be there waiting super early). I won't be allowed water or anything and I dehydrate when panicking and use water to help calm down so I'm nervous there too. I figure I'll call Mik and take my phone and put one earphone in listening to music so that I can be immersed but not so much that I feel freaked out and can't hear or sense danger.
Whatever, I know what I mean. Anyway, I'm scared. Prolly you think I'm exaggerating or just being stupid. You're entitled to your wrong opinion.
This is very Mik and I:
The good news is that I'ma be fine and all healed by the time our 10th anniversary rolls around. I was a bit concerned I'd be all puffy and sore, but nope, it's 2 months from surgery day so I'm pretty much guaranteed to be okay.
Now 2 comics.