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So I had surgery scheduled for last week.  When I went to see the specialist for my aneurysm two weeks ago, he strongly recommended we take care of it as soon as possible. He said he didn’t want to worry me, but I guess my little blood bubble Alizablob, was starting to grow into the range of ‘oh crap, that’s getting big’, instead of being in the ‘wait and see’ area.  So calls were made, and people were met with, and finally my appointment was set up.  So Monday morning i found myself awake at 6am and not having to leave for four and a half hours.  I was thirsty, tired, and getting more and more stressed about getting knocked out for three hours. I was suppose to be in prep for a hour, surgery for three hours, and recovery for four.  Why so long?  After they stick an IV in me and send me to sleepy land, they were going to insert a catheter in my femoral artery, wind their way up through my main arteries, and insert coils in the aneurysm to block the blood flow to it.  There is some risk of bleeding, but it’s really really low.  Regardless of how low the risks were, I was still nervous, thirsty and definitely hungry.  Also very sober.

It was brutal watching Curtis savor his cup of coffee, but it could of been worse.  He could of started dipping cookies into it.  We would of had words at that point, and they wouldn’t be  pleasant ones.

Finally ten thirty rolled around, and I was tired of pacing, it was time to leave.  I always go through a checklist before I leave.  Cellphone, iPad, pants?  I’m good.  Oddly my cellphone started to ring.  Not that it was odd that it was actually ringing.  Thats what it is suppose to do, but the fact that it was a unknown number.  It was the hospital.  Somehow they managed to be out of the chemical the doctor wanted to use for my anesthesia.  How does the hospital run out of this?!?  Of course they could of called after we had made the thirty-five minute drive into town, but I was still livid that they were canceling at basically the last minute.  It got rescheduled for the following Monday and even though I could eat and drink anything finally, I decided to sulk for the next hour because I’m such a grown up.

So now I have to go through all of it again this in two days.  Thankfully it’s scheduled for nine thirty in the morning.  I just want this over with.