Yesterday was the day for the vein surgery. Or should I say, the FIRST vein surgery. Because, supposedly, I’m supposed to come back in and do this again. I’m not so sure about that.
And really, could I have scheduled it for a worse day? I doubt it. With three softball games, and Relief Society thing and call backs for a play on the calendar, it makes me about want to cry. But, magically, I got an email that one of the games was canceled, and I’ve got a friend taking one child to a game, so Ryan only needed to go to one of the games. I’m trying to go easy on him.
To avoid going into too much detail, (if you want details, you can read up about it here I’ll just give you a few highlights…
**To avoid a WHOLE day of loopiness and being out of commission, I only took 5 mg of valium. Maybe I should have taken the whole 10 mg.
** Paper underwear is the next thing in sexy. Only you can’t tell which is the front or the back because the triangles are the same size, and they don’t really cover anything, so I don’t know why they bother.
**Plugged into my MP3 player, I could avoid most scary sounds, but I should have maybe turned it up louder. Or borrowed a video ipod and watched a movie or something.
**At the point when I thought I could not stand it anymore (think numbing shots all the way from your calf to the top of your thigh) and wondered if I could just say, “Um, never mind. I’m outta here,” the doctor says to me, “Ok, we’re JUST ABOUT to start the laser process.” What? What have you been doing this whole time?
**By the time we were done, I felt like me and that doctor were pretty close. In fact, if he’d have gone any higher with those shots, I would have had to smoke a cigarette afterward. If you know what I mean.
**Loved having two guys shove me into my compression stockings.
**I planned to sleep all afternoon, and darn it, I could only sleep for about an hour.
**The best part of the whole experience was getting Kneaders for lunch with my husband, and having dinner brought in by my visiting teachers.
So, today I’ll be limping around and feeling sorry for myself. Yep, that’s about it.