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Crazy Computers and Kidney Guy - 23 September 2003 . 08:05 Work was certainly not dull last night! Our computer software (which includes tracking software that we use to keep tabs on all the drivers) was shut down the day before Hurricane Isabel was scheduled to plow through NC and last night it was finally restarted. You can imagine the havoc a software-free week at work can cause... So last night the entire company embarked on the frenzied journey that is "catching up." Who we thought we were kidding I couldn't begin to tell you. When dealing with my workplace, there is no such thing as being able to catch up. There exists only two states of affairs.....#1: Ahead of Schedule and #2: Far, Far Behind Schedule... Anyhow, I managed to survive a seemingly endless night of headache and anxiety only to find upon trying to get home that my car was out of gas. Beautiful. There are no gas stations between my employer and my house so I engaged in ritual-like prayer to the god of autos and managed to make it home, albeit on fumes. The moment I walked through the door I found myself charged with the task of placating my two cats. They were seemingly starved for affection and were communicating their need for love to me through frequent deafening meows. Once I got them settled (and my clothing inadvertently covered in shed cat hair) I was finally able to steal away to the computer. On a completely unrelated topic, I was supposed to see my urologist (aka: Kidney Guy) at 8 a.m. but wound up having to reschedule my appointment. This stone still hasn't passed and Kidney Guy is subsequently trying to prepare me for the prospect of surgery. This is a prospect that, quite frankly, scares the hell out of me. I know the surgery is necessary as I can't continue living with a boulder interfering with the daily routine of my left kidney. I also know that even if the threat of renal failure was not a real one, I couldn't spend eternity eating Percocet as if they were Pez in the hopes of obtaining some, any, relief from the pain. But the thought of lying on a table in the cold, bright operating room while being drugged into oblivion fills my heart with fear. Actually, just the thought of having no control over a situation involving my own flesh & blood is down right terrifying. I've been very fortunate to never have needed an operation and I suppose on some level I assumed the need would never arise. Just another example of how easily I take life for granted. What a blubbering mess this entry has become! I should stop dawdling and take care of my "chores" so I can get some much-needed sleep. Have a great day, everyone!
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