
It's been a busy time here in blissy land. Packing, getting myself together and lined out to start my new job, getting ready to be gone for 6 weeks or so. Very exciting stuff.
I've gone thru my stuff, and for the most part, decided what should stay behind, until the house sells, and what should go to Maine. I've taken a bunch of books to the library, and clothes to the Salvation Army (two places that ALWAYS need donations). I have people on my friends list that drive for a living, and they have been so generous with their time, helping me thru my nerves, and giving me advice on what I will and wont need. I'm packed. Ready to go. Ready to get started. Ready to move. Leaving for orientation on Sat.
Well.
Last week, I went to visit my Dr. to see if this small annoying problem I've been having could be stopped, slowed, or cured. I was scheduled to have some tissue samples taken. They took them.
Tuesday I got my results back. The Dr. was very patient with my temper tantrum, denial, yelling, gesturing, deal making and finally tears. For those of you who keep track of such things, Tues the 6th shall henceforth be known as "Throwing Everything Not Glued Down" day.
Friday the 9th I go in for pre-op stuff, blood work, and typing, in case I need blood during surgery. I have all sorts of meds I need to take to bring my blood pressure back up, to help prevent infection during surgery. (Anytime skin is opened during surgery, there is a risk of infection, so this is sort of a preemptive strike I guess.) Blah blah blah.
Dr. is giving me a week on said blah blah blah meds, then on the 16th, I go in for surgery, followed by a few short rounds of chemo.
So.
Here I sit, looking at a 6 week delay in getting going.
I feel like my life has spiraled completely out of control. Uprooted. It took me so long to get my CDL. I got the job I wanted. I was weeks away from being able to move. Days away from starting work. Driving.
Goals reached and realized.
Now this.
Believe me, I have been told that my health is important, and that it may be for the best to have this happen before I started my job. At least it will be out of the way and, hopefully, I wont have to worry about it in the future.
I know that in each life a little rain must fall. I understand this, and most of the time, I accept it. Ok, well, I pout, but I do realize there isn't much I can do about it..
I am seriously starting to wonder exactly what type of precipitation is falling on my life, because it sure as hell doesn't feel like rain.
