Well, I went to the surgeon again today.
And, the verdict is, I get to go under the knife for the second time in less than a year. Yay.
This time, though, it’s not an emergency, so I guess that’s good. About a month ago, I found a little lump in my stomach. Me + lumps + stomach never equals something good. I went to the GP, who said that it was going to blow, but hadn’t, and that I had to wait until something blew before the surgeon would do anything.
Then I cried.
Then I decided I would call the surgeon anyway. Made an appointment last week. Today… yeah, by today, the hernia was definitely present, and now they have to fix it. I told M my boss is going to think I get hernias strictly so I can have longer vacations, since the last–oh, all of them–have occurred right before or right after a break.
I’m hoping that this will be the last time. They’re installing another mesh (the last one failed), so I think by the end of it, I’ll be in possession of more mesh than a troop of dancers wearing fish nets.
And weird, I don’t get a free tummy tuck with purchase of third hernia repair. I totally think I need a free gift with purchase. And no, morphine does count as my free gift. I don’t even like that shizz.
Though as a reward for making myself go to the surgeon, I cut my hair! And it was good. At least I can find some joy in something getting cut. Getting my hair cut is way more fun than getting my stomach cut.
Here are my stops on my blog tour for the rest of this week. Have a good day and maybe stop by and visit for a chance to win free stuff!