Agony, Reprise
Mood:  d'oh
Am in pain. AGAIN.
Dad called today, and with him being a man it was a short conversation. Apparently my younger sister (we'll call her Twink) called him and told him about my minor surgery, and he called to find out what the fuck's going on. Lasted about three seconds, because he's a guy and has NO grasp of the female body, even though he was with my mom for 20 some-odd years and had two daughters and now has a grilfriend with three sons. There's a WHOLE BUNCH of estrogen floatin' around, and I don't think he caught any of it. SO I told him what they did and when the results were coming in, and then he told me to get back into bed and then hung up. Gotta love my dad, he's to the point about everything.
MENTAL NOTE: call Twink and chew her ass for telling everyone in the damn family about this when I didn't want them to know. Biyatch.
And whatever Pain GOds are gazing down on me lovingly, STOP IT. I can barely get up in the morning, which leaves me in bed all day doped up, which means that when the painkillers finally DO kick in I'm up all night watching crappy adult cartoons or the Food Network (not so bad). Problem with this is, the hub-unit is sleeping at night. So I come to bed literally twenty minutes before he has to wake up, and I don't even get to wake up fully enough to give a kiss and send him off to work. This morning, he didn't even wake me up to say goodbye. Honeymoon's over, kids.
But anyway, I've gotta go hunt down another PMW. See yall in ten.