I have to get my shit together. I have to get this house cleaned up and laundry done, etc. so I can "relax" before the surgery. Yeah, sure, relax. I want the house in order for my recovery. I'm not expecting it to be bad or anything but you never know. It could stir up the back problems or the fibro. Crap.
I feel unsettled. I'm okay with my decision on the band but I'm starting to think about the finality of it. Boy, it's final. I need to mail the check to pay for it tomorrow. Eeek. I wish I could see into the future and know this is the right thing for me. I guess I'm hoping for some big sign. Maybe my "flash" at the seminar was it. Shit, I don't know. I'm not even up for typing this.
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