Tomorrow morning I have to go and see Dr. Gately again. I suppose the visit will be to check that the incisions are healing properly, and to find out how I'm faring, etc. Which is fine. They had to squeeze me in, which is going to mean that I'll sit there and wait for him to show up again.
I've sat and waited both times I've seen him. He finally showed up to the hospital 45 minutes late for my initial visit with him. My surgery was approximately half an hour late. So, if we're going to follow the pattern, tomorrow I should only have to wait 15 minutes. I guess I can handle that. I'll have to take a book.
But, what I'm mostly excited about is going back to work. You'd think that almost a week off would be a good thing, wouldn't you? A week off would be good, if you could get on a plane and fly to someplace fantastic like say...Greece. However, with appointments here and appointments there, oh, and four holes in my stomach, the whole vacation thing was a bit impossible. What makes things even worse is that I actually had to use my vacation days to recover. So, getting on a plane and flying to someplace fantastic is now impossible.
How sad.
But, going back to work will be good, it'll give me something to do. I doubt I'll be hefting any boxes around for a few days, but I can sell books, and do paperwork. I'm sure they've got lots of paperwork for me to fill out. And it's overdue. In the few days that I've been off I've managed to become completely addicted to Dawsons Creek (damn you TBS!). I've discovered myself crying over season finales of various shows. And I've even cleaned my room. Cleaning my room is uncommon and very upsetting. However, the fact that I was in a panic this morning because I wasn't going to be able to see the Series Finale of Dawsons Creek is what really convinced me it was time to do something again.
Posted by Michelle at May 14, 2003 07:00 AM