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I'm such a dork. The only bag I have that I can fit overnight stuff into is my bag from Sacred Heart. Can you tell that a) I don't have cause to go away very often, b) I hold on to crap for far too long and c) I'm not the kind of girl who buys bags. Although, I think I need to change that and buy a bag or two or three. It couldn't hurt.
I went and bought another nightie this arvo at Best and Less. Fuck they have the greatest shit there. Big fan, big fan. I'm lurking around the house in it now. I'm not sure if neon hearts are really my scene, but it's cute and sleeveless, which makes for cool as a cucumber style comfort.
I was chuffed to spend some quality time with Lozzy this morning. Yay for hugs and ciggies and shootin the breeze! It's strange not seeing her every day like I have done for the past few years haha

Alright, well, I think that's all I have to say for tonight. I wanna try and get to bed early coz I have to be at Dandy by 7. The lady from the hospital called to confirm tonight and told me I'm second on the list of procedures and they take two at a time, so I should be first cab off the rank or thereabouts. I'm a little bit scared. Not heaps, but ya know, a little... anyways... I'll tweet from hospital haha so get in on the twitter action if you're not already.

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I’m going to hospital on Friday the 13th!! Less than 2 weeks away! Oh my god, biggest relief ever. Could be sooner, but at this point, it will be 13 days away. I’m not the kind to wish the days away, but I seriously can’t wait. Plus, Friday the 13th to me feels like a good sign… but I’m a strange one like that.

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I bought my Hospital Nightie, (picture of suitably horrible nightie to come) and the freakin greatest pink leopard print top today. Good on you Big W for making my day trashtastic!

I need the doona, it’s too cold. Night.

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I’m home again, home again, jiggidy jig. And it’s lovely! It’s such a relief to be out of that place, in all honesty. It had just become a real downer by the end with the house going up for sale and it throwing everyone into chaos. Inspections and walk throughs and all that kinda bullshit. Being here is like taking a huge big breath in a way. I feel calmer, which is always welcome. I miss the gang though. It’s so strange to email them, or talk on the phone as opposed to a gossip at the kitchen bench. Fun though

Moving, as it always will be, was a total cunt. 7am Friday – 2am Saturday = Big fucking day. Go figure a Volvo can move so much shit??

I’m on the short notice list for my surgery, which means I have to go tomorrow and buy a nightie and some undies and a bag for hospital, just in case I get called in quickly. I’m torn between a nanna nightie and Peter Alexander.

So tired, need to sleep. Gotta be up early.

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I'm In!

I went to see the Surgeon today. Apparently I qualify as a ‘Category 2 with a bullet’ which made me feel like a hit on Rick Dees and his weekly Top 40. He went over the procedure with me, explained they ‘don’t screw it up very often, but when they do…yah, big mess’ which obviously put me at ease. *winces* I’ve also been assured that the pain afterward will be fairly horrendous. As a guideline, he said that recovery will be at least 4 weeks. He advises patients don’t go back to work for that long, anyway. I’m kinda surprised how long the recovery is. I mean, I knew it wasn’t going to be rainbows out my arse straight after the surgery, but it doesn’t sound all that pleasant. No driving for ten days. No lifting for 4 months. Oh here’s the kicker… The Surgeon says to me… “I’m not even 50% sure that this will put an end to the vomiting problem.” He feels that getting rid of my Gallbladder and it’s current 30 odd stones who are squatting illegally will certainly relieve the pain I’m in, but he thinks the nausea and hurling is a whole other kettle of fish. Joy of joys! LOL I’m excited about being pain free, but shit man… can’t they just scoop it all out when they’re inside me and I’ll just get a new batch off the black market? That’d be freakin sweet.

I bought a denim skirt today during an arvo at the shops with the Mothership. The ‘trying on clothes’ expedition brought up some strange feelings. I don’t really know how to articulate them without sounding like a complete nutter. I think I need to hit up the Fatosphere for some advice.

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