Using my new lip balm smells like rubbing a glazed donut on my lips.
I’m heading to check into the hospital in about an hour, and then surgery. I hate general anesthesia, I hate it so much, but on occasion it’s inevitable since I also am fairly sure that I don’t want to be awake while my doctor roots around in my sinus system.
Also, I am apparently incapable of spelling occasion without the assistance of the spell check.
So, I am nervous and anxious about this surgery, why, I do not know, since I have surgery so often it almost qualifies as a hobby, but this time I am a little freaked out.
So I shall be incommunicado for the next 24 hours. Try not to do anything noteworthy while I’m gone.
Tags: Sick Of It
- NO MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES! MORE TALK ABOUT POTATOES!
- DESTROYER OF WORLDS
- I really have no patience most of the time.