Flippy - I Rant, You Read

Thursday, May 24, 2007

early morning

The Ooky Day Ahead - A…head.

This afternoon or early evening, my dad is having surgery to dig more cancer out of his forehead, until they can’t find any more.  They’re not overly concerned, as it’s not the most dangerous form of cancer.  Although, right now I’ve taken a sleeping pill, because I need to get some good sleep before I toddle over to the hospital to hang out.  My dad is starting to insist that he wants to be awake during the surgery, and I think that’s nuts.  He’s already paying the anesthesiologist to be there all prepared, let him do his stuff.  The procedure isn’t the good part, it’s the drugs that are the good part.  No one needs to watch the surgeon work.  He’ll do fine.  Besides, it’s completely pain-free when you’re asleep, and that makes for some awesome surgery.  Hell, I don’t even remember counting down, I was so out of it.  Perhaps he can work on topping my “funny” record, even though Ray would never tell me what I said, he just kept saying I was funny.  So, Dad, get knocked out…and be funny.  And to be honest, all the gooey gory parts, I’d rather hear those talked about from the surgeon.  So, you’re going under, and you’re going to like it.  It’s like drifting off into the best sleep ever, only it’s way too short.

Now, I’m off to bed.  I took some meds to see if I could get some restful sleep.  I doubt it, but my next sleeping med is Xyrem.  DUNDUNDUNdun….  I’ve read some amazing stories about how people who had Fibromyalgia were really helped, and were able to get off all their meds.  That would be great.