I wasn't going to do any more pre-surgery entries but then said, why not?

On the way to Brooksville now for testing.

My bridge went in quickly and easily yesterday at the dentist's. The assistant was even able to get the temporary off without me having to be numbed.

The rest of the day was frustrating as hell. Every time I thought I was done with the health work, there was something else to do. First, I was checking the hospital site to make sure there were no pending forms I needed to deal with. Then I got an email with a link to sign forms. Then I had to make a list of my medications. Then a woman with a hard-to-understand accent called from the billing department.

I hope some of the people I'll be dealing with today are from here! Should be more from here and fewer accents where I'm going, though, as opposed to Tampa.

Got my lab results a couple of days ago. The urine analysis shows, not surprisingly, an infection is present. I'm worried too. Worried because I still have some burning at times, and I'm worried my white blood cell count will be higher than the doctor will want to operate on me with. However, the pee was tested before I started the Bactrim. At the end of today, I take the last one. I'm worried whatever I have is resistant to antibiotics. Could be viral or yeast. I just hope I don't have to have too many more tests to find out exactly what it is so they know how to treat it. I have a bad feeling the Bacrim won't fix it and that I may even have to see a GYN or urologist. He has to get back to work and can't make a career of driving me to doctors. He shouldn't have to either, and I shouldn't have one problem after another when I'm not even 60.

Heading home now. Testing went faster than expected. We got there early and were there for about an hour. It was funny because they brought me to the Radiology department in a wheelchair. It was nice as I'm a bit tired, as usual, and it was quite a ways away. We went through a maze of corridors.

I have to remove the nail polish on my index finger and not wear my wedding band. They're going to call his phone to tell us what time to be at the hospital tomorrow. I also set him up to be texted updates during surgery. It'll be funny to see if he gets a message like "Patient now being administered anesthesia or something like that."

We really need to find some alternative to Walmart. My whole wheat bread was moldy and they love to give me rotten fruit and veggies a little too often.

I love the new hair dryer! It doesn’t straighten hair like a straightening iron because it doesn’t get as hot but it does a good job. It just takes a while. It’s a good thing my hair isn’t as thick as it used to be. Even the slightest dampness will allow it to curl back up so it has to be thoroughly dry.

Fatty here may need to get some new shorts soon. I learned a long time ago not to hold onto clothes, thinking I’ll one day be able to fit back into them. We only keep getting bigger with age, not the other way around. My shorts are getting kind of old anyway. Pretty sure I got most of them in 2015-2016.

Hanes makes shorts and I can get two pairs for 30 bucks. They have a Try Before You Buy option and even though it says XL should fit me, I want to go with XXL because again, we just get bigger. I’ll try XXL and if I like it, get another pair, or two pairs in XL. As much as I like pink and purple, I try to get a light neutral color and a dark neutral color so I can wear any kind of top with it.

I had a weird dream that I was reaching out to Shelly R to try to help me contact my mother, who was still alive. I hadn't talked to her in years and had no idea where she was.

Then there was a dream where we owned land in Arizona for two years. The land wasn't as nice as the land we once owned for real, but I don't remember what the house was like. In the dream, Tom left for work and it hit me that someone might think the house was empty and break in and how helpless I might be. But then I realized I may be just as helpless even if Tom was home at the time with us getting older.

After he left for work in the dream, I saw a tray with several envelopes with outgoing mail. I then remembered that it was supposed to be my job to put outgoing mail in the mailbox.

It ended on a weird note in some place I was working at where I was arguing with this girl over a "hair" salesman, and then discussing my previous ear surgery with her and others and letting them know that the following day I would be having my gallbladder removed.

Well, that last part is true! After 5:30, we should get a call letting us know when to be there.

Till next time!