Well, February 18th is fast approaching. I’ve had tears….lots of sobbing snotty tears. I’m not really scared, I’m more sad…and I cannot explain WHY or WHAT I am sad about…but I’m sad for some reason. I am as ready for this as I can be. I am not looking forward to post op pain. I hate pain….a lot. I am a wuss and do not like pain, not even a little…could never be into S&M cos I hate pain SOOO MUCH!!!
Also, most of England is under water at the moment which might make trips to see me a bit difficult for the hubz. Hoping my stay in hospital will be a lot shorter than last time. I do not do well with all of the fuss. When I am in pain and feel like death, I want to be left alone to wallow in my misery and get through it….but that’s not really possible in hospital.
Anyways, on a happier note, I’ve kinda been living like I a dying. Hubz and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary by going out for awesome steak dinner and to a poetry slam. This is what I mean by living like Im dying. I got up there and did my thang, something I have not done in over 10 years. It was scary, intimidating but mostly exhilarating 🙂 Here is my “Fat Girl Rant”
Fat Girl Rant by ME 🙂 Enjoy! If you have ever been judged because of your weight, I’m sure you will identify with some of it. Even my friends who HATE poetry could dig this.