You know you don't know what you're doing when playing Sims 4 if you can't keep a teenage girl from jumping into bed with her father. *beats head frustratedly*

My gallbladder now has an execution date of April 12th! That week will be a busy one with appointments three days in a row. New bridge on the 10th, pre-op testing on the 11th, and surgery on the 12th. For my pre-op appointment, they’re going to do x-rays, an EKG, and blood work. I’ll have a follow-up appointment three to four weeks after surgery. I hate the money it costs us but will be so glad to have the new bridge and gallbladder out. We forgot to ask if I’ll have stitches. I asked through the portal but didn’t get a reply. That’s exactly why I prefer Galileo over dealing with doctors that I see in person. It’s just that Galileo docs can’t reach through the phone and yank my gallbladder out.

The surgeon's waiting room was a bit crowded on our way out the other day. It was so funny when I was in the bathroom right off of it and I heard someone ask him if he came there that often as if it were a spa or a salon, LOL.

“This is a doctor you don’t want to have to see very often,” he told them. Then he waited for me outside the waiting room because they wanted to chat like they were all good buddies and Tom isn’t very sociable on or offline.

The surgeon did have an accent that was a little hard to understand and his mask muffled his voice, making it even harder. I was wondering if I was ever going to see a maskless doctor again but then my GI doc wasn’t wearing one.

The GI appointment was quick but the waste of time I expected it to be. It was nice to get out but it was to learn nothing new. The doctor agrees the gallbladder is most likely causing my problems. Gee, you think? Well, like I told him, two more weeks and it’s gone. Yeah, 13 days left to live, you crampy little bastard!

He mentioned the propofol they used to knock me out and how people love it, and no wonder Michael Jackson loved it, LOL. That was exactly what I was thinking.

We were out for about four hours today. Funny how things are greening up out there, even though we haven’t had much rain.

We stopped at Whole Foods for over an hour while the car charged. We ate at the buffet and sat at one of the tables where I took notes in my journal, and we also played on our phones and stuff like that. For the millionth time, why does nearly every store and restaurant I enter have to sound like a fucking concert hall? The music was loud and annoying. It was a nice day overall, though, and barely humid out.

Noticed the flags across the street were taken down yesterday and the golf cart is gone too. I was wondering when in April they’d leave. So I’m guessing the trailer will show up tomorrow, and they’ll leave on the first. That’s OK with me! I was a bit worried they’d stick around till mid-April or May, even though it’s not like they’re horrible neighbors.

Jess is one contradicting and confusing person! First, she had no problem on 100s, then no problem on 88s. Then she was glad to have fewer palpitations on 88s but complained she gained 3 pounds in a month, and why was her dose even lowered in the first place, she asks, since she was fine on 100s?

Had a dream I ran into Chris and he was a doctor of all things. We were about to move and I asked if I could see him if the move didn’t work out and we returned. He agreed and started to write me a prescription for my medication when I told him I didn’t need any at the moment.

Then I told him that while I hadn’t told Tom yet, I discovered blood on the tampon I was wearing. Why I was wearing one at this age is beyond me. He looked worried and disappointed. I assured him I would talk to Tom soon but was busy with other things.

It's going to suck not going to the beach this summer since he’s going to be working. Maybe I’ll go to the pool more often instead.

Just got an email saying I have to pre-register on the hospital site for surgery. Health work, health work, health work! Imagine if I could spend the time on other things that I spend working on my health. I’m so sick of practically making a career out of it.

My urine analysis came back negative. So the antibiotics did their job after all. I do feel much better. Just slight burning every now and then.

Random thought: My foster mother never would have cried for me if I’d died the way I cried for her when I learned of her death.