Those People

Sigh.
Well, it's two days "post-op" and I am in sad shape.
I don't think I realized that this whole "lose the fallopian tubes" was kind of major.
There are four small incisions on my stomach-my stomach is swollen up like I'm four months pregnant-(exactly the look I am hoping for right now), and the gas pains up through my shoulder are unbelievable from the CO2 they pumped into me..
This is super. Just super.
You know, I'm really glad I didn't worry about trying to lose all that baby weight yet because I would have just gained it back from surgery anyway.
I go back to work in a week and I'm going to have to wear sweat pants.
Not only that, but I'm going to be limping.
AND I'm going to look like I just had a baby vs. having had a baby three months ago.
I'm going to look like shit. I'm going to look like I just had a baby AND somebody kicked the shit out of me.
And here's the worst part. Right now I really care. And it bugs me that I care. Because the people that I really love where I work, know that I had surgery and know that I'm in bad shape. And KNOW that the last year of my life has been well, let's just say "challenging" so do you know who I'm worried about?  ALL the other people..sick.
I am too grown up for that crap..and yet, here I lay worried about "those" people.
"Melissa looks awful! She hasn't lost any weight!"
"Why is she wearing sweat pants?"
"When did she have that baby anyway??!!"
"Who kicked the shit out of her?"
I can even put thought bubbles over "those" people's heads!  See, how much work I am putting into them?!
Normally I spend very little time giving a crap about those people, but my defenses are a little low right now.
I have a week to get myself together.
I have a lot of work ahead of me.