Queen of Rambles

So it’s Monday. Monday is supposed to be “me day” which is kind of silly I guess. It just seems that I have a lot of demands on my time even though I don’t have a job. Monday is my day to avoid all people. Unfortunately, it also includes laundry since Monday is the only day I’m consistently free and I like to do my laundry on weekly basis. I get messed up if I do it Tuesday one week, Thursday the next week and so on and so forth.

Today didn’t feel like much of a me day. I don’t know why, but it just didn’t work. I think it’s this horrible fog of depression that’s fallen over me. This has to lift! At least I haven’t started randomly crying about nothing today. Maybe that means I’m on the rebound. These spells usually don’t last very long for me. Certainly not long enough or intense enough to require medication.

Ah! Now I know what I did today that made it so weird. I went to the hospital and left a blood sample. I love giving blood, but I don’t enjoy going to the hospital. Our car expired last week so we really aren’t supposed to drive it. We don’t want to pay to get the problems fixed since we are leaving in a month so we’re just going to risk driving it and hope we don’t get caught. However, there’s no reason to risk it for a short drive to the hospital. It takes me about fifteen minutes to walk down there–no time at all. How strange is that? When I was living in the US I would have been flabbergasted if someone suggested that we walk that far instead of driving. Now I would be flabbergasted if someone suggested we drive (unless we were sick or it was super cold out). About half-way down there a little blizzard started so I was soaked by the time I got there. I kept getting giant snow flakes in my eyes and was hoping that they weren’t full of sulphuric acid. I don’t want my eyeballs eaten by acid snow. I don’t think they have a pollution problem here, though.

The blood drawing itself was uneventful. So uneventful that I’m not even sure why I mention it. The woman was trying to comfort me and tell me everything would be all right and I started laughing. I didn’t tell her that I love to have my blood drawn because I didn’t want to creep her out, but I did assure her that it didn’t bother me. She was really nervous and I wonder if she was new. It hurt like a bitch when she pulled the needle out, which was different. Then she put a piece of rough, wood-chip-embedded school bathroom paper towel over the draw site and taped it up with no less than three giant lengths of masking tape. That did scare me. I guess she didn’t want me to bleed to death. Haven’t these people heard of normal bandages?

I did get a chance to chat with my very good friend and wedding officiant, so that was a bright spot on the day. She’s going to whap Mike into submission if he doesn’t post about my operation status, especially if I end up staying overnight. Let’s all hope and pray that I don’t have to stay! I’m likely to starve if that happens. People keep asking me if I’m scared of having surgery, but I’m not the least bit afraid. Maybe I’m a fool, but I have faith that this is a very simple and common procedure. I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a gall bladder surgery (now would not be the time to pipe up with the horror story of your great-aunt’s neighbor’s son’s babysitter’s uncle’s mother-in-law who died of gall stones). I am only scared of one thing–Swedish hospital food. I’m scared of American hospital food too, but at least their horrible menus are familiar. Annica told me that “rose hip” soup and palt are commonly served in the local hospital. Rose hip soup looks gross. It’s a pink jelly that kids are supposed to eat. I guess I could taste it and perhaps survive the experience but I really don’t want to. The palt (not sure of spelling) on the other hand is something I will die before I try. From what I understand it’s a big blob of dried up reindeer blood wrapped in a mashed potato dough and boiled. They can’t expect me to eat that can they? Plus, I wouldn’t be surprised if they served a lot of fish and crap like that. I already told Mike that if I end up staying he has to bring me my diet shake supplies, a bunch of bananas and a bunch of crackers.

Food has always been an issue for me because I am a picky eater and I don’t like to be hungry. I wish I could make food a non-issue. I try very hard to try new things and not be a pain in the ass about my dietary needs. I try hard not to be grouchy if I’m not fed regularly. However, the simple fact remains that I do have issues and this potential hospital stay has been somewhat freaked out. Is it normal that I am worried about the food instead of worrying about the fact that people are going to open up my stomach and remove a part of my innards? I’m just hoping the gall bladder is heavy so I lose some more weight. I’m completely deranged.

And now I think I better go and write some more. National Novel Writing Month is over but my novel is not. I really do want to finish it but it’s hard to make myself write when I don’t have the external motivation of a little bar that shows my progress. I’m sure that says something deep and meaningful about my inner psyche.

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