Nap Time


On my way to the hospital and I’m freaking out that I’m not freaking out. Why can’t I freak out. I’m not nervous, or overly excited. This morning I was packing my bags like I was getting ready for a vacation. Only this time it’s not a sunny destination, it’s a dungeon destination. Hope I look good in my hospital gown and shower cap!

I’m Just Pleasantly Happy


I’m not going to lie, I’ve felt pretty unpopular my entire life. Mostly due to the fact that I was a jolly giant; minus the jolly part. I wasn’t always the happiest, but I was an amazing actress. Since I’ve told everyone about my upcoming surgery, all my coworkers hav been coming to my desk at work to see how I’m doing, talking to me, asking me questions, and there are circles around me. It’s like this is Mean Girls and I’m Regina George. Except there are no mean girls, and I’m not a plastic b!@#$. People love talking to me, and I am the center of attention. This has been my dream come true. I have older child syndrome and I’m very insecure and like attention.

This is my last day of work before the big day. I walked into work, strutting my stuff like I was too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan. I’m so happy and I’m scared to think that it will only get better from here.