So, I love the new doctor. She was exactly what I wanted: kind, patient, familiar with the process I need to go through to get this surgery, competent, well spoken, and able to suggest options based on what I told her. No wonder she’s so damn hard to get an appointment with. But oh my fucking god, is she worth the wait.

The whole appointment went so well I came out with a smile on my face, and actually looking forward to my follow up appointment next month.

Until I called my mom and told her about it.

Don’t take that as “I called my mom and she told me how it sucked, blah, blah, blah.” Nothing of the sort.

It’s just that while explaining to her what my doctor and I decided was the best course of action, I suddenly realized what it was that I agreed to do.

That would be a 6+ month supervised medical fast.

That’s right boys n girls, in honor of the green hair, I’m gonna spend 6 months learning how to photosynthesize, or at least that’s what I’m planning on telling my coworkers if they ask.

(Oh, yeah, last night I dyed the hair teal, except the green dye kind of seriously over powered the blue. But it’s really pretty none the less.)

Still, the idea of essentially not eating for 6 months is damn scary. Except for the times when I just sort of wonder if I can functionally quit eating for the rest of my life because then I wouldn’t have to think about what I can or can’t eat. There’s a seriously warped appeal to that idea.

And before anyone freaks out completely, yes, this will be doctor supervised. Weekly doctors appointments and lab work to make sure I’m okay. It’ll be weird, and horrifying, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to be pretty insane for most of it.

But somehow I’m still sorta looking forward to it.

Because, in the words of Lewis Black, ‘why the fuck not?’

And for your gaming amusement, may I heartily recommend Overlord? And Kingdom of Loathing?

You know, I just realized if I’m not angsty, I don’t really have much to say.

That’s sort of sad.

But don’t worry, the angst is about to begin again. I have my next doctor’s appt on Tuesday, and those are usually traumatic enough that I feel the need to whine.

Oh, and go see Sicko. No, seriously, go see it. Everyone in this country needs to see it. Really.

And now that I’m done lecturing you, I think I’m going to go back to being evil. Really evil. You’ve got to try Overlord. This game kicks ASS.

I’d forgotten. Completely forgotten.

I just got the email, it’s time to contemplate the “annual swim party” at Casa de la Step-Other.

I officially feel ill.