But on Tuesday we got a phone call from my dad that the doctors want to do surgery on his leg. They wanted him to get into this rehab ward last year and he refused to go. By the time he finally decided to do it, their options had shrunk considerably because the leg was in such bad shape - (infections have taken their toll). The thing about my dad is that he is in really bad health and weighs more than I would like to admit. He is high risk when it comes to both atheistic and post-surgery infections. But it is basically their only option and I understand his decision that this is worth the risk because his quality of life is so poor. Needless to say, there is a really high chance my dad won't fare well with this surgery and we are all bracing ourselves for that.
Later, The Little Brother told me that his wife was talking about Dad’s surgery and didn't realize that The Nephew was in the next room. He came running in, threw himself at my brother and started sobbing hysterically about his grandpa dying. He had written my dad a letter earlier in the day and so then insisted that they take him up on Saturday so he can give it to him in person.
For obvious reasons, I didn't sleep very well on Tuesday night, only about 5 hours which is half of what I usually get (and need) and then I woke up on Wednesday and had started my Awesome Time of Month. Oh, joy. That explains why I soaked through my pajamas the night before with sweat. Then, after my sister got home from work, we tried to go get my labwork done. This was the second attempt and like last time, we kept getting sent to other clinics only to get there and find out they were closed and then get sent some place else. There is no fucking place in town that is open after 5pm and I hate all other clinics except my usual because everyone but my tech has to stick me multiple times to get anything. We finally found out the actual hospital lab was open but by then I was going to be late for therapy so we didn't end up getting my blood work done yet again. I had a headache by the time this was over.
Then I get to therapy and Cute Massage Therapist tells me he is being transferred to a different clinic and that this would be our last time working together. I almost cried. It takes awhile for me to relax enough under someone's touch for me to benefit from a massage. With CMT it is easy because we have so much to talk about and he is so enthusiastic about everything. It doesn't hurt that he is cute. Also, he is finally at a place where he knows how hard I like him to push and he isn't afraid of hurting me and now I have to train up someone new. And the new therapist I have this time around apparently didn't even look at my chart or talk to her PA about my evaluation because she started pushing at my right rib when it is the left one that hurts. When I asked her what she was doing, she tells me that sometimes the left side hurts because the right side is messed up. I explained that, ‘no my left side is messed up because I slammed into the back of the toilet when I had a seizure’. But by then she had already pushed around at my right side and so that night, whenever I took a deep breath in, I got stabbing pains in both sides, rather than just my usual left side pain.
Then on Wednesday night, I had trouble falling asleep again - (in fact I have every night since Tuesday) - and then when I did, I think I must have had a nightmare. I woke up with my hand on Pippin's belly and I think I must have still been kind of asleep because I was convinced he wasn't breathing and I grabbed him and started yelling, "Pippin! Oh my god, Pippin!" and he didn't move. I picked him up and shook him and he finally lifted his head and gave me the most disgruntled look like, "I am sleeping here, Lady!" It was freaking scary though.
Then on Thursday, I woke up coughing up tons of flem and I have been sneezing and hacking ever since. I felt so awful that I got into bed at 8:30 last night, but I still couldn't fall asleep until 1am for some reason. Also there was a giant spider in my room last night. My sister says it wasn't that big but I could count each leg and I didn't even have my glasses on.
Plus side: I did finally manage to get my labwork drawn. I have been awake late every night which did mean that I got to watch Ferguson's first week at the new studio. I was also awake to see that JDM was going to be his guest, which somehow I hadn’t set to tape, so I caught that as well. The BFF came down early this afternoon so we could watch SYTYCD together just like old times. Also, she posted the first chapter of my birthday story, which deserves a rec post of its own so that it doesn't get lost amongst all of this crap I just threw at you. And she brought down the new S3 Community dvds.
In Sum: I started typing this post in the afternoon but didn’t get around to post it until 10:30 at night, and after several episodes of Community, I already feel the weight of this week lifting off me. Community: It heals all ails. Still...sucky week.