T minus three days.

I am now officially checked into Club Med. My last day at work was yesterday, and it went as well as could be expected; a lot of people hugged me, at least one person started crying, and I got a good bottle of wine to drink when I am recovered to go with the couple of good bottles of beer. I got everything done I needed to get done, had a discussion with the owner about some projects to start when I return, and shuffled off to medical leave.

I'm kind of in a neutral space right now. Scared, yet wanting to get going. However, I missed something that is making these last few days an absolute pain in the ass.

I HURT.

I had to go off all medications that can cause blood thinning a week before surgery. That includes -- yes, I'll bet most of you can see this coming -- two-thirds of my arthritis medications. I am bent over like a question mark and moving like a snail under three Gs right now. I'm laughing at it on some level; who would have thought the worst thing three days before brain surgery would have been my knees and hands? Yet, there it is; I'm trying to supplement with Tylenol, but treating my pain with Tylenol is like trying to stop a runaway train with a wet tortilla.

After all of last week's various consultations, I should be home from the hospital sometime Friday. I have a committee of dear friends staying with me the next week so Beth can get some work done. We'll see how it goes after that; the doctors think I can go back to work after three weeks, at least in some capacity. Next week, though, I should look like I lost a bar fight to Chewbacca and The Thing. I'll post photos so you can laugh now and I'll laugh later, once the memory of the pain has faded.