I don't think that I'm as tough as people think that I am.


     I don't know if I can have another procedure like this, and do this all over again.


     If this time there wasn't enough to work with, not enough to really even measure, and they doubted I'd get a headache, what's going to happen next time?  


     I suppose I'd better set up for the weekend in bed and hope for the best, and only get up if I have to use the bathroom.  This is when I wish I had the TV sitcom family, where the mom lived down the street or the sister right around the corner, and someone would sleep on the couch or stop by and check in.  Or that I had a friend close by that I could call who'd run right over if I needed them to.  Just run in, make a sandwich and bring it in with a glass of juice, check on the cats for me and disappear again.  


     Ah well.  Next REAL hurdle, even before I get myself through the procedure next week....getting a ride.  I'm hoping for some sedation and they said I'll need a ride (which they said for yesterday).  And I won't want to be driving home.  *sigh*