I wish I were going in for surgery tomorrow.
Really & truly.
I have only a week left before the “big slice”, but my anxiety is already ramping up, & I can feel a panic attack coming. I’m working on calming techniques, but, sometimes, they just don’t cut it.
The pain has gotten worse, as well. It’s driving me nuts. I have only had one day this week that I’ve been able to put in a full 8 hours at work, & it’s pissing me off. As a single mom, it’s my job to keep the roof over our heads, pay the bills, shop the groceries. And how do you do that, when you can’t put in a full week’s work?
Blah, blah, blah, whine, mope.
This surgery could be sooner. It could be tomorrow, then I’d be getting it behind me that much quicker.
I’m not sure how much fight I have left.