Counting Down

So the countdown has begun my friends. This Saturday I will go under the knife for the Tummy tuck and the boob lift. I'm so excited. There's no scary feeling yet, and I'm not sure there will be. There wasn't for the last surgery. I did my homework and was comfortable with what to expect and how I'd feel. I feel the same way about this one.

Not nervous, just terribly excited. I'm trying to make sure I do all the stuff I'm supposed to be doing. Cleaning my house, laying in supplies so I won't have to do much. I bought a sweat outfit for surgery day that will be comfortable to wear. Still have to buy the frozen peas for the ice packs, but I will. Making sure I have enough split wood for the woodstove. I'm not allowed to lift more than 10 lbs after, so we'll see how that goes.

The only thing left is to buy Christmas present for my 8 year old Niece Serene. I don't have the foggiest idea what to get her and I need to deliver it before the surgery. I think I'll have the EX do it the week after instead and say that I'm sick and couldn't deliver it myself. I hate to lie, but I'm not telling my immediate family about the surgery. I've told everyone else though. My mother and sister are terribly narcissistic. They fight gowing old with a vengeance. I actually like growing older. They would be hounding me to either pay for facelifts, etc cuz they think a civil servant is rich) or be so jealous they'd never let me enjoy it.

As a matter of fact, I'm extremely glad I went with my instinct and didn't tell them about the banding. They treat me like a lab rat as it is. They walk around me inspecting my body everytime they see me. It gets so frustrating. Who am I if I'm not the Fat one...the fat responsible sister/daughter? Just like the banding...this is for me. I've worked hard...I'm still taking care of my mother, I'm done taking care of my sister...but I make sure my Niece has everything she needs. I've taken care of the husband, the mother in law and the father in law. I've taken care of my brother. It's time for Diz to take care of Diz. And by God...Diz is kissing off 2010 with a fucking BANG!