The only reason I don't want to go to NYC

I watched the Rose City Rollers rehearse for the bout against Seattle this weekend. The level of excitement is really starting to grow, and it was so cool seeing all of the teams in their colors. I can't believe that I'm missing the bout this weekend. It's going to be really amazing. I'll get to see it in photos and video, but it doesn't compare to being there. And it's all sold out. 3000 derby fans will be packed into the expo center. That reminds me to ask Vivienne Hell to text me with updates after each match-up...

I got a call from the surgical center today and ran through a list of questions. It was all about health problems and such, and I just said "no" over and over. Made me feel pretty damn healthy. If all goes as planned, I'll be in surgery at 8:30 AM, and should be ready to head home by 1:30 PM. I'm actually really glad that I have my trip to NYC to distract me. I think it's been a blessing and has stopped me from obsessing about surgery. I feel like I'm in amazing hands, though. The staff has been beyond helpful and professional. I have my last pre-op PT appointment in the morning. I'm so ready to get on to rehab.

Making it through

Because of work, these couple of weeks are always the craziest of the year. Compound that with helping get Fresh Meat organized for the bout and preparing for surgery -- well, I am a big ol' mess.

I also learned a new term from urbandictionary.com: blogerrhea. When you write just for te sake of writing, and you really don't have anything to say. I don't want to catch that.

My mind has been so focused on work that I haven't had spare energy for other pursuits, for the most part.

I plan to be back to a regular writing schedule after my surgery. Because, hell, I'll be couch bound for at least a week.

So bad

I can't believe that I haven't written in so long. This is something I promised I wouldn't do.

I suppose I've been in a bit of a funk. I'm so ready to have surgery and start on rehab. It's just a cycle of wake up, work, physical therapy, derby practice to watch and keep stats, and sleep. And repeat. I mean, I'm not complaing, but I am so ready to move forward.

Oh, and I need to go on a trip for work on the weekend of our first bout against Seattle. I'm going to miss it. I am so sad, but work has to come first. If only derby paid my bills.