Tomorrow

I have a eye tumor removal surgery scheduled for tomorrow. Bright and early and under anesthesia they will be extracting a tumor from above my eye and test it to make sure I don't have head cancer or something and they will push me towards the apartment where I have my new pink Nintendo DS lite and many movies to keep me company for the three or four days of recovery.

Or rather, that was the plan.

I received a call from the surgeon this morning, while at work, telling me that he thinks my case is more complicated and that he needs to see me today. He suspects there might be something more than fat in the tumor (?!) and that if this is the case we will most likely cancel the surgery.

Why he waited until the day before to review my case is beyond me. And why he is out to ruin my bloody eyed vacation is just cruel. Mean, mean doctor.

So I'm off at 2:30 to find out if I have surgery tomorrow or not. Wish me luck. Though I don't know what I'm wishing for at this point.