I went to hospital to have the pre-op assessment. Lots of needles and tests and forms and being talked at about scary risks and possible outcomes. And I had to fill out a living will as well. I've been meaning to do this for a while now but i've not really been FORCED to until the reality of actually undergoing major surgery was presented to me. It's sobering.
I just...I'm tired. I have to try and buck up a bit. Need to laugh. Or have a desperate crying jag to get it out of my system. IDK. I feel a little bit schizophrenic today. This weekend has been trying as hell.
BUT that was the weekend.
I'm okay. I am. I am. Tomorrow is a new day. *tired but determined face*