And I have to wait for the pathology report.  Apparently the doc spoke to me in post-op.  However, I remember being woken up on the gurney to post-op.  I was pulling at my tubes and was told to stop.  Once I was in post-op, I was awake and aware.  But, hey, the doc also never called Ben to tell him I was done - so perhaps he forgot to speak to me as well.

Lovely eh? 

Then today I find out that the people I was supposed to carpool with for the kids to school are not going to.  I emailed them to confirm everything and thru the email they backed out.  Now I have to find another 50 bucks a week for gas money that is not in an already tight budget.   I think what galls me even more is the lack of a phone call or even being told there was a problem.  I have watched their child on many occasions with short notice and for long periods of time - even when it was not convenient at all.  Call me crazy, but this is not they way friends act.  I guess as long as we do all the giving and they do all the taking, then it is OK?  Hmmmm... that just doesn't sit well with me.  They are all like "oh we have stress... blah, blah, blah..."  Well don't we all?  I mean, I have to wait here for a report to see what my abnormal things are from inside my uterus - but I am not using that as an excuse not to live life and follow thru on commitments.  I haven't even mentioned that to them.  (And let me tell you, it is stressful!)  If I hadn't emailed them, would we have been sitting here on Monday morning, waiting and waiting for them to come?

I am in a very bitchy mood right now.  People can suck.