Wednesday

Wednesday...is a hard day. I was rear ended Wednesday the 23rd back in April. I had the Devil's Ex-wife every Wednesday for computer (typing) class in elementary school. In Fourth grade Wednesday was Doomed day...He really hated teaching and children.
Wednesdays either go really well and end badly or they are horrid until just before I go to bed. People often say it's your attitude that makes it a bad day. And while that is true you attitude can make a bad day less awful, but even with a good attitude bad days still happen.
I'm the kind of person that sees the glass half full, I don't get down easily, or even stress out easily...but it does happen.
But I guess what I have the hardest time with on Wednesdays are that they are a thinking day. So much happens on Sunday with church, then Mondays always busy because it's the beginning of the week, Tuesdays are for everything you couldn't get done on Monday, and then there is Wednesday. The day where life calms for a moment and everything I've been trying not to think about resurfaces.
I'm worried about tomorrow...I'm worried about what this new Doctor is going to say, and if I'll need surgery or not.
Surgery terrifies me to no end. I hate not being in control of myself, and the idea of being put under so strangers can cut into my body is a scary thought. I also have a hard time with pain killers. They don't work. When I had my wisdom teeth out I was in pain for over a week. Nothing I took would help with the pain, and I couldn't eat anything but liquids. And when they numbed my shoulder to inject the dye, I felt it at first and it wasn't too bad just uncomfortable (which is normal). but then it hurt like crazy, and it still wasn't in all the way...it hurt until they pulled it out (which isn't normal).
And I have a high pain tolerance, I don't feel things until they hurt a lot. When I cramp I usually just tuff it out and lay on my bed or couch with a heat pad or hot water bottle.


I just hope everything goes well tomorrow.
Peace Out Girl Scout.