So yesterday morning I went for some more pre-op stuff and in between appointments I took some pictures of birds that were putting in a vague effort at harassing me. I had my nose swabbed for MRSA and my surgeon looked at my tonsils again and said, “Oh, perfect!”
This morning I went to get my pain meds at the pharmacy and my HMO doesn’t cover good pain meds like Percocet, so I had to shell out a ridiculous amount of money for cheaply manufactured opiates that would have been twice as ridiculous if I didn’t have AAA.
That’s right, the Automobile Association of America has a prescription drug discount benefit. Pretty sure that House is a member, too.
I also bought lipstick.
My surgery is tomorrow at 12:30 PM PDT. I will be tweetering some, but not during my surgery, a duh. Probably after, or not. Depends on the drugs.
Also, some tonsil pictures at some point. They will be gross. Be warned.
And now, I’m going to pick up my mommy from the airport. Yes, my mom is coming to take care of me. I WIN!
AAA rules, and it is one of the single best things about being an Adult Person.
Tomorrow during your surgery I will be tutoring two adorable children who either completely grasp or are utterly confused by the difference between proper and common nouns. Depending on how the day goes with them, I will check in on you early or… after multiple solitary drinks.
What I meant to say was, um, good luck! I wish you fuzzy surgery and no pain!
I am SO GLAD your mom will be there.
I hope it all goes well and you recover speedily!
I hope everything goes well tomorrow. I will be thinking about you.
I also anticipate your gross pictures. I will probably be impressed by them.
Ouchies. My fingers are well and truly crossed on your behalf, Ma’am.
I will be thinking good thoughts for you all day and I know you will feel like a million bucks when you get rid of your tonsils once and for all!