Pirate Patty Reviews

It’s Friday and we all made it out alive. I hope. My day started out like a cartoon. Woke up and filled the french press with coffee and hot water.Grabbed a travel mug I haven’t used in a long time, but I felt the need for a lot of coffee.

Before I put the lid on I always take a nice big mouthful to get me to my office. Only this time when I raised it to my mouth there was a spider staring back at me. In. My. Coffee.

We are not spider people here. Nary a one of us is spider savvy. First I screamed, then I dumped the entire thing in the sink and flushed it out. Now I was down to my backup cup.It looked perfectly fine but by this time I’m not sure of what I’m seeing anymore since yesterday when I swatted what I thought was an ant and it was a shadow. So I took out my tiny strainer and strained that cup of coffee. It was fine. But by that time I was feeling those pre-anxiety jitters. I have to see my shrink today. It’s a thing I have to do before the transplant so I was already a little amped up. Instead of giving in to it, I just made another pot of coffee and all is now right with the world.

I don’t mind going to see my psych doctor. He is from Mississippi too, so we usually end up lamenting the foods we miss from home. But this time I am going to have to talk to him about how I feel about this surgery. The fact that I will be asleep the entire time is not comforting to me. A million things could happen while I’m out. How well do we know this anesthesiologist guy anyway? I mean he could have been up drinking half the night for all I know. And speaking of that, who in the hell is at their best at 6 a.m.? Have they had their coffee? Are they cool, sober and ready to make history here?

My Momma says it will be fine. I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. I’m being overly dramatic. And she’s right. I know that logically, but emotionally, not so much. So I’m going to try and keep it together and remember what Corbin (4) said. Wow! Maybe you’ll have super powers!

xx Patricia