kronos

My surgery is tomorrow, and I am more than intensely nervous about it. The last time I went under the knife, I was 12 and my appendix had ruptured. Needless to say, they gave me morphine for the pain so I don't remember the majority of the entire ordeal. Even after birthing 2 babies, the thought of being unconscious while someone cuts into me just flat out scares me. Not to mention that my foot is broken, of this I'm sure because I can't walk on it and the pain is nearly unbearable, so I'm going to be limping everywhere for lord knows how long. I just wish I could wake up 5 seconds from now and everything will be over, fixed. Plus, the stress of securing a new place to live and filing Randy's paperwork for school is just too much stress.

I think, I just need to take a step back and take a breath before I implode.