Day 83 – Non-stop!!!

Man! I have had such a busy full on day!!! My day started with me slowly getting out of bed and cursing under my breath. Ever since my lap band surgery I despise mornings. I am okay after about two hours after waking up but I am one hell of a grumpy bitch in the mornings. Just stay out of my way!!!

This morning was no different; I think I cursed out everyone under my breath. I don’t think that this is very healthy as I think it may be channeling some very negative shit around me. I MUST stop doing this and I must work out why I am doing this. I am fine once I get to work as I have noticed that if I am happy and chirpy then everyone around me tends to be happy and chirpy.

So work was a tad on the quiet side this morning and thank God I had my latte, which I sipped on. I stopped off at a Mc Café and purchased my tall extra latte with an extra shot of coffee and it just wasn’t hitting the spot so when I got to work I snuck in another shot and once the buzz hit I was cruising. Man I love coffee.

I have to say that yesterday I received two phone calls from the gorgeous Vicki J who just had her second fill by Mr. Wonderful Surgeon and I was pleased to hear how elated she sounded on the phone. I also received and email from the gorgeous R (I have to get permission before I print her name) who sent me an email titled “I love our surgeon” and I was really thrilled for her too. I am so glad that they had great visits with Mr. Wonderful Surgeon, makes me feel sure that I made the best decision in choosing him.

Today my boss Andrew and I had what we nicknamed a “Secret Society Meeting” which basically translates to going to a lecture that was hilarious to say the least. I have been threatening my boss with violation up his arse and a reverse Texas Twister if he even dares speaks up and says anything about the tactics he has up his sleeve for our practice. Andrew is very open and honest and doesn’t bullshit people and he sees no harm in opening up and saying things the way he sees them or suggesting things. I am a dictator when it comes to business and I am not a person to mess with. When it comes to my work I am shrewd, astute, sharp and callous, I have no shame. I work like a motherfucker and I rule with an iron fist. Having said that there is a nice person lurking under this layer.

The meeting was …boring…dull and mind-numbing…and I was tempted to start carving pictures in my forearm with my biro. Yawn, yawn boring. Having said that though it was also very interesting to really watch and listen to these dentists talk the talk. A load of bologna if you ask me.

Then Andrew and I went off and had lunch which was fun and we strategized, its always nice to sit down one on one and talk work stuff without constant interruptions like “Oh, can you grab line 2, I don’t understand what they want” blah blah blah. My work place is great but extremely frustrating with the constant interruptions.

I then got home, showered and changed and drove out to The Epworth hospital to visit a blog reader of mine whom we shall refer to as “Bee” from henceforth who had her lap band surgery done today. I went into her room and the poor darling girl was out cold. She was on Planet Zukka Zukka and fast asleep. I hope “Bee” has an easy, pain free night and I hope that all went well. She is a gorgeous person with a heart of gold. I feel privileged to have so many beautiful and wonderful new friends. I didn’t stay long but I am sure that down the track will we catch up again (and hopefully we will both be conscious) under better circumstances of course.

I then had to race to my parents home to pick up my baby Elvis and as I predicted mum had dinner ready and I was cornered by both my mum and my dad who insisted I sit down and EAT. Mum had cooked rissoles and broccoli and asparagus, and I had my dad to my left and my mum standing right next to me to my right making sure I ate the meat.

I was so exhausted that I didn’t want to argue with them and it was also my mum’s birthday so I didn’t have the heart to disappoint her. I sat down and thought ohhh fuck this smell, it reeks. I can’t stand the smell of meat. I tried to explain that I was struggling with this meat and I really did not want it. Now I know what you are all thinking a 37-year-old woman justifying herself to her parents but I am from a Greek family you don’t second-guess your mother. That’s a NO NO. So what happened? I ran to the dunny and let it rip. My entire dinner spewed forth and the pain was as expected pretty intense. Mum walked into her en suite and said

Ma: “Thaz it, no morez, I cannots watz you do the vomitz anymorez”
R: GRUNT

I get very drained and exhausted after spewing so all I could muster was a “yeah” and spread myself on the lounge room floor. Lying in the foetal position trying to regulate my breathing

I have literally just gotten home and I have a million and one things I must do. So it’s Asta Lavista from me!!!


Reney


P.S – The photo is one of Reney with no make up and feeling extremely exhausted.