As exhausted as I am, I want to write while things are fresh in my mind. Slept shitty, and part of it was my own dumb fault because I overdid the estrogen again. Because of this, I was up for fucking ever, kept waking up every other minute when I finally knocked off, and along with my nose issues and air escaping my mouth, I just didn’t sleep well at all. I was hot-flashy, my chest was a little achy, and I even had a little bit of lung tightness, so I’ve definitely got to ask Rhonda if there’s something else I can try at some point.
That’s not important now, though. What’s important is whether or not I’m going to get surgery on Tuesday. We’ve never had this plan before, so we don’t know how efficient they are. My lab results came back, and only a couple of tests were abnormal, but only slightly. These are not only common things but things I’ve had before on and off, mostly due to menopause and probably being a little dehydrated when they did the UA. According to my research, it shouldn’t be anything that will prevent surgery. The only thing that can prevent it is if people don’t do their jobs on time. Hopefully, everybody can play their part as quickly and as efficiently as possible, though.
They didn’t sneak in any more appointments I couldn’t make while I slept, so that’s good. Tom was able to deal with the insurance company to get the numbers adjusted. It was saying we owe just over $1,200 when we’ve actually paid a third of that. It’s still going to be an outrageous amount of money, and it’s so unfair. It pisses the living shit out of me to see billions of dollars given to other countries while we don’t get shit. This should be on the government, not the citizens. But no one wants to help anyone in this country.
Anyway, there are only two more things for us to do at this point, and that’s to see Renee on Monday and then hope to hell that text message comes in later in the afternoon before I get up, saying when to be at the hospital. Even though I won’t have to go through every single step again, I really, really dread the thought of any delays. I know it would be days or weeks at most and not months, but still, the longer I have to wait, the more stress and shitty sleep I’ll be in for. If I stand the slightest chance of sleeping better and more comfortably once I can eventually lie flat again, then I need to get this done. Like NOW.
I think that’s all I’ll write for now since I’m still pretty tired. Maybe I’ll do a little more later.
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