Remember when I wrote that post about “getting shocked tomorrow?” Yeah, I forgot about it, too. And forgot to respond to Julie’s comment. Because I suck. Sorry, Julie.
Anywho.
I’ll get to the hand thing here in a sec but first I want to talk about the raging headache I’ve had all day. I’m talking the most horrible hangover headache you’ve ever had but without the debauchery the prior night. A hangover headache without a reason is doubly wrong, don’t you think?
What happens when you make the mistake of telling your five and seven-year old you have an excruciating headache and won’t you stop trying to off each other in the middle of Target, please and thank you?
Basically they turn their attention to you with a vengeance and you instantly regret ever complaining.
On to the hand.
Tomorrow is mah surgery. Nothing to eat or drink after midnight since my hand might puke whilst under local anesthesia and aspirate its vomit. Or something. 
My surgeon, who is one cool ass dude, mentioned something about being able to give me something to “relax” me and I said
I gotta tell you though, I left CAD’s (cool ass dude) office all angsty. I didn’t know why. All I knew was I wasn’t satisfied with the whole surgery thing and was basically an adult version of a petulant child.
And then Tucker was all like
If your brain is all wackety and you haven’t a clue as to what exactly is going on with your feels, just bitch to Tucker for about twenty minutes without taking a breath and he’ll figure it all out for you.
He (rightly) surmised my issue wasn’t with the actual surgery (I’ve had three unrelated surgeries already so I’m a pro at this stuff and stuff.) but with the fact I have other stuff going on and the general attitude is, “Oh, well…we’ll fix the right hand first and then the left and then we’ll get to your shoulders and deal with those toes that have been going numb since you were little as we make our way down.” No one (other than us) seems to wonder what’s the root cause.
Everyone else is just looking at the symptoms but not the overall picture.
So what’s one to do?
Attempt to be less petulant, hope for happy drugs and have surgery!
