arrgh, it's tired I am...

Sam was talking Pirate today on the way to the Dome...

Syracuse Basketball: won again! Over 33 thousand fans!! It was loud.

And...I had a Cookiewich. Blah, I was NOT going to this time. But guess what? It was SO good...I had worked so stinkin' hard at that concession stand, I was the assistant manager, just running here and there, bagging up pretzels, getting a coffee for a customer, filling the ice containers, getting more cup lids, getting hot dogs, leaning down for pizza (the pizza hotbox is all the way down on the floor, and when someone orders a cheese slice, I have to practically sit down to reach...), ect. Break time, and I didn't even get to sit down. So, I did the next best thing: I stood there and ate a Cookiewich.

So here I am, home again. Reading about gallbladder removal. According to the second test I had done, mine isn't really functioning. There seem to be cons to getting it out. But I am doing it anyway, I am tired of the pain. Because guess what? Besides eating those darned cookiewiches when I work the Dome, I don't really eat junk anymore. And I have such pain! Sometimes I just cannot get comfortable, and I am tired of it. Perhaps I could change my diet in a different direction, I don't know, but for now, I am resigned to the fact that surgery is the right thing for me.

My little girls are home now from going to the mall with Abigail...bye.