Three and a Half Weeks Out

I am still tired and in pain and looking down the barrel of a two month long chemo needle and trying to mentally prepare myself for my mom's departure and figure out how the hell I am going to play Mother and Homemaker when she is gone.

I called this morning to set up an additional post-op follow-up with my NP to discuss this and some other stuff and the woman (nurse?) on the other end of the phone was all "Oh, that all sounds like it's a normal part of the healing process" and I thought she was trying to give me the "It's nothing" brush off and I was all "GET ME AN APPOINTMENT. I WANT TO SEE SOMEONE."

Done and done. What Sugarmouth wants, Sugarmouth gets.