surgery on valentines day??!

I think not. I opted for the next week. Lucky me, I get to get my gallbladder out. Just, "regular garden variety surgery", according to the nice surgeon. He did however acknowledge that he realizes that for ME it isn't such a simple thing. He said that since I have been so uncomfortable, I may have another big attack before I get it taken out, which sounds HORRID. He offered me a script for pain meds, just in case. I hesitated, then accepted, because I KNOW I would have another one if I didn't take it. It's just the way things work.

This surgeon also does lap band surgery. I wanted to ask him to do that too while he had me under. I told him how much weight I had lost, but that I hadn't lost much lately, and he asked me what was preventing me from reaching my goal. Hmm. Cookie dough? Seriously though, he reminded me that eating simple carbs would fuel my body, but eating more protein and less of the carbs would cause me to burn the fat instead. And that exercise is the key to getting that metabolism going. I do already know that. Knowledge is only useful when it is actually put to use, unfortunately.

What a day. Suzanne came down with a sudden horrible ear infection last evening and didn't sleep much last night. So instead of leaving Camille here with Joseph, I took her along for Suze's appointment with the pediatrician. She does indeed have a yucky ear, blistered and filled with fluid. Since the small city is 15 miles away, and my appointment was in less than two hours, it didn't make sense to go all the way home, then back to the city. So we went to Walmart. I got a mirror for Suzanne's room, some socks for her, and a basket to keep them in, along with her own laundry basket. I also got a mirror for the princesses, perhaps it will cut down on the smudges on the living room mirror.

After my appointment we went quickly into Wegmans, although I was grocery shopping just the day before yesterday. Grapefruit, oranges, bananas, pears, chicken, eggs, canned veggies, and frozen veggies.

Home. ahh, home. I never even finished my morning coffee today because when I called the dr. for Suze, they had an opening in less than an hour, which meant SCRAMBLE.

So here I sit with my coffee, relaxing and looking around at all the things I never got to today, listening to Camille whine, she is tired too. They are all home from school, and I am thinking Last Minute Chore List. I have to get some dinner into the oven, too, and I haven't exercised yet. Blah.

But I can't complain.

I will anyway though. I do not feel like exercising, I don't feel like making dinner. There, I feel better.