What a week…
Tuesday morning I had my upper endoscopy, which was the last test before my bariatric surgery. Everything is good/clear.
It was my first time being in a hospital as the patient. In my 20s I volunteered at two hospitals, and I spent a lot of time in hospitals with my mom before she died…it was kind of weird to be the one on the gurney. The anesthesia was a breeze (whew!), though I did feel pretty tired for the rest of the day. No doubt a combo of the procedure and having gotten up at 6:30am. I logged on to work in the afternoon, because there were one or two things I needed to take care of, but I wound up only working for 2-2.5 hours. If I ever have a procedure like that again, I’ll plan to take the entire day off!
Despite being exhausted that night, I didn’t sleep well. And I had to get up a little early (for me) again Wednesday morning, to take the dog to daycare before heading to the office. I was practically drooling by the end of the work day. I was so tired that night that I went to bed at 9pm, which is about an hour earlier than usual. Luckily, I slept pretty well.
Which was fortuitous, because I had to get up early again yesterday and go to the customer site for a little while first thing. Three consecutive days of leaving my house!
Then, last night I had a call with the chair of my NAACP committee (Legal Redress), the chair of the Communications committee, and the President of the branch: some changes to the branch website are in order, and my committee needs a new intake form. I volunteered to become very familiar with Google Forms over the weekend. 
Something pretty good happened yesterday, too: I finally got confirmation—in writing—that I will have a show at a particular upcoming jazz festival! The guy who runs the festival offered me a spot a couple of months ago, when I went to one of his gigs and asked him about it, but he didn’t respond to any of my messages/put it in writing until now. Woo hoo!! The festival will be three months after my surgery; hopefully, I’ll have some noticeable weight loss by then. It will be my first post-op show, my first festival show, and my first show in 2+ years. 
On top of everything else, work is busy. Not, like, crazy busy, but constant. The days go by quickly, which actually isn’t a good thing right now because I’m not quite staying caught up….but I’m also not willing to put in more than 8.5-9 hours a day. I left 50+ hour work weeks behind when I ditched proposal work almost two years ago. Things are a little tough right now because I’m spending a lot of time training my new hire, but I know eventually he’ll be self-sufficient and I’ll get some relief.
A few years ago, I got tired of gas stations either not having air pumps or not having working air pumps or charging for air: I started keeping a very small air compressor in my trunk, and I’ve never looked back. 
Sometimes I will wake up with a shallow scratch under one of my eyes (and a tiny bit of blood on the pillow) because I wound up sleeping on my hand and I scratched my face when I moved the hand in my sleep.