11 Days

Mood: excited (not about surgery, about tonight :))
Thinking about: doughnuts.. mmmm....

Today Mr. Kim, the orchestra conductor at my high school, blew a major fuse. He is upset with the orchestra because we are being less of an ensemble than we have been in previous years. Honestly, I agree with his long term goals. The only part of his theory (haha music pun) that I have a problem with is how he is handling it short term. The last thing I need to do right now is write two two page papers (single spaced... eww) about composers. I understand the importance, but I don't see how it will make the orchestra play together. And I don't see how it is going to decrease end of year stress levels. It's just not the smartest plan.
I went to the hospital today after school to get a blood workup done. I got another sweet wristband and walked around the area that I would be staying in. I didn't get warm fuzzies, it was rather the opposite emotion. I felt truly scared for the first time. I mean, I didn't shake or start to cry, but the whole ordeal started to sink in. It felt like my stomach was forced into a cold metal box. It could still work, but I felt an internal discomfort. Maybe it was just an inconvenient bout of indigestion. Here's hoping!
The nurses were so great, I love them all. I never learn their names though, which is a shame because they are always wonderful to me. The receptionists on the other hand, they are buttheads. I have no bad feelings when I say that. The lady at the front desk gave me the wrong papers. And by wrong papers, I mean some other womans, which had her social security number and other personal information on it. Thats a huge mistake and irked me. That woman in no way reflects the performance of the hospital, but it was still a noticable error. Then when I got to the phlebology section, the lady there was a butthead too! I was shocked. Did she not see that I was nervous enough? I needed at least a kind smile or a please. She barked directions at me, and then gave a short laugh when I dropped the pen. Ugh, some people.
You know what? I think the receptionists and Mr. Kim should go on a date.

"Once we accept our limits we go beyond them." -Albert Einstein