Annoying Autobiographical Pause
I slept late.
It was a good thing. I've been pushing myself and I have plans I'm really looking forward to this weekend, so yesterday and today I did like a hibernating bear and replenished my reserves.
I'm trying to get in the mindset of going back to work.
And, oh yeah, the "Do Not Pay This Right Now" bill came from the hospital.
That doesn't even cover doctor's charges.
Insurance will cover most of it but it took my breath away.
I'm sorta having a bit of a nervous breakdown about it.
I need to just get back to work. I estimate the Edna out tour will cost me around, in my part, seven grand.
My plan for today as I process this:
1.) Have a beer.
2.) Have another.
3.) Don't get freaked out.
4.) Realize that this is going to be life-changing on more levels than me just having surgery.
5.) Have a third and final beer and think about it tomorrow.
I'm no Scarlett O'Hara, but I'm just going to have to process it all.
And I won't cry.
Won't solve anything anyway.