One thing I hate about hospitals — and medical offices in general — is that you rush around to get together the paperwork they need, blood work they want done, etc., and rush to get there… and then you wait. It’s especially bad with surgeries. My gastric bypass is a good example of that. I was told to arrive at the hospital at 5:15am. I didn’t get taken to the OR for surgery until nearly 8:45am! Three and a half hours to check in with admissions, sign consent forms, change into a gown, get an IV, and answer a few questions? Ridiculous. *eyeroll*

As I type this, I’m sitting in yet another waiting room at the hospital. Jason’s surgery went well. His surgeon was able to complete it laparascopically, though he mentioned something about it being “assisted”, whatever that means. Jason is being moved to the ICU for observation, and so long as he recovers well from surgery he’ll go to a regular room tomorrow morning. I definitely don’t envy him. Surgery sucks! And a splenectomy? Good, because it will hopefully resolve his low platelet issues. But it’s not exactly “exciting” like my gastric bypass, which results in dramatic weight loss (and hair loss that could definitely benefit from hair loss treatment, unfortunately). Now that was a surgery I actually looked forward to!

I’m doing my best to keep busy with work and blogging, because if I don’t I’m seriously going to go crash somewhere. I went to bed around 1:30am and had to be up at 4:45am. Do the math. Yeah, I’m tired. Yeah, it sucks. Yeah, I fully plan on taking a nap when I get home this afternoon! Dan has plans to hang out with his brothers tonight, but that’s tonight. It’s only noon, so if I get home around 2, I’ll be able to crash for 2-3 hours, then get up in time for him to leave to go do his thing with his brothers, which’ll leave me with the kidlets for the evening.

Hmm. Speaking of kidlets and the evening, I better think up something to make for dinner. I have like ten pounds of spaghetti sauce to do something with, so maybe I’ll make up some more meatballs and serve up spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Ryan loves my meatballs. He loves them so much, in fact, that he woke up yesterday morning and immediately requested them for breakfast. How awesome is that?

So… sleepy…

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