Liars go to Congress.

My consult with the surgeon was frightening but informative. She answered a lot of questions that have been rattling around in my head for a while, and while I’m still nervous…I feel a little more confident that I’ll be okay after the surgery.

Call the whaaambulance.

Wow, I was a raging bitch all day today. At least three people made comments about it, and everyone was avoiding me as if I might be carrying a weapon in my handbag. I need no weapon, I’ve got a mouth.

Complete honesty.

This morning I got a reminder call about my appointment with the surgeon that’s coming up this Thursday. Not like I can forget. I know it’s just a consult, and that I’m not actually going to have surgery yet…but this is when we’ll make the plans and set dates and…when there’s no going back.

Fly the highs.

I read this article on CNN.com the other day about a possible link between bipolar disorder and creativity. While I’ve never been diagnosed “bipolar”…the psychologist said my moods don’t swing high and low enough…I think it could be pretty damn close.

Stand up straight.

Yesterday after work I decided I would finally visit the new library in downtown Oklahoma City. I suppose it’s not technically new anymore, but it’s still new to me. The building is really nice to look at; modern and curvy and all glass and metal.  I’m not sure if it was a lack of planning, or an act of brilliant planning…but they put the library in an area with no real parking. Parking meters have sprung up like wildflowers, and I think the city might be bringing in a hefty profit from those little moneygobblers.

Oz.

So the last entry I wrote before today was on September 23rd. On (Friday) September 26th I went to the doctor to have blood tests. After almost 45 days on my period (yes, 45 days) …I wasn’t feeling very well. I tried to rest and relax over the weekend, but I felt awful.