I got my wish that the day would be canceled. Well…in a way.
First of all, there was a misunderstanding about court this morning. It had been continued, so I didn’t have to go.
I woke up and couldn’t speak. My throat was (and still is) on fire. I def couldn’t get through 12 consultations today. So those were rescheduled, and I was told to stay in bed and get better.
I called my surgeon’s office to report my illness. The doctor decided to reschedule the surgery, as she doesn’t want to take the risk that I have an infection of some sort which would spread to the implants and cause rejection. I also, obviously, do not want this. She wanted to reschedule for two weeks out, but the more I considered it, I felt uneasy about it. I was already pushing it by doing it now. We have just entered the busy season, and given the financial situation of the firm, I cannot afford a lot of down time just as things are picking up. I also don’t want to have surgery during the summer either – because I want to be able to swim and do vacations, etc. (My husband lives his best life in the summer, and nothing can interfere with that. We have so much fun during the summer omg). I ultimately asked if we could wait until early September. I was given the okay for that.
I’m a bit disappointed, as is my husband, because we were looking forward to the new boobs. Haha. But it’s fine. Shit happens. We’ll appreciate them all the more when September comes. In the meantime, it’s important to be an adult about it, buckle down, get back to the office, and make some fucking money. I’m going to be working my ass off (hopefully literally) these next four months.
I’m also a bit relieved to be honest. I wasn’t looking forward to the recovery. Going six weeks without being able to exercise or lift more than 10 pounds is fucking tough. The timing was bad. I probably never should have scheduled it for January to begin with.
Speaking of January, I’m just going to say this: FUCK JANUARY. I feel like my body is shriveling. I’m so dry. Everywhere. I’m thirsty all the time. I feel like I’m never going to be warm again. It’s awful, and I hate it. It’s by far the worst month of the year.
I’m feeling pretty shitty today. Since I already had tomorrow scheduled to be out (obvi) I told my office manager (K) that I was going to take a long weekend and try to feel better. Then on Monday I can hit it really hard. So the plan for the next two days (at least) is to be a lazy bitch. I’m currently lying in the bed in my study, buried under blankets, surrounded by books and electronics, getting ready to binge watch Season 3 of Mrs. Maisel. I’m going to break my treadmill-only rule. Fuck it.
The fact that I will no longer be spending all of February recovering is going to open up some interesting possibilities. *winky face* In fact, I know someone who is going to be very excited to hear that the surgery was rescheduled. Haha.