This morning, I got dropped off at the medical center at 7:45AM. I had a cyst removed today - the second minor surgery of the week, as I had a mole removed on Monday morning. The wonderful thing about having missed 10 days of school from September through January is that I don't have the flexibility of taking time off from school to have medical procedures done. So, when I have a week off, I get to cram that crap in. Lucky me. The good part is that I get some decent pain meds, and I have an excuse to blow everything off for a day.
The Boy and The Wife have left for Harrisburg for Passover celebrations. I'm not too keen on this, because last year's Passover Seder was made remarkably unfriendly to The Boy and to me. While I don't necessarily hold grudges against people, I'm also cautious about putting myself in the same situations again and again. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. With luck, things will go smoother. I'm not optimistic.
Anyway, I'm stuck in bed today. I'm going to go for a walk, down to CVS to get my medication and down to the comic book store. It's a nice day for a walk, even if it's a bit chilly. After that, I'm going to come home and pass out for a couple of hours, then get up and do schoolwork until Lost starts.
Enough about me. The Boy has been, well, a toddler, lately. This morning was a perfect example: he woke up REALLY grumpy and didn't get much better until well after breakfast. He hated everything we put in front of him, even though he ate most of it. He didn't want to play with us, he didn't want to play without us.
I think he's having nightmares. I really do. More on that later.