Okay, it’s been 27 hours and I’m going nuts.

I’m trying very hard to be patient and kind and a good daughter and all that crap, but it’s hard. Very, very hard. If I had internet access I could at least escape momentarily and feel connected with the rest of the world, but the installation fucked up – I’m only online right now because I’m tethering my iPhone (which is pretty frickin’ cool). I managed to go for a scooter ride earlier this afternoon, but as glorious as it was, it’s not enough. I’m lonely and my mom is driving me crazy and I’m annoyed that the internet isn’t working and GRAHHHHH. Ed was supposed to come out for the weekend so at least I could have some fun, but now he’s not. I was going to try to go home on Saturday so at least I could be at home for 1 day before going back to work, but mom apparently can’t drive herself around for THREE WEEKS – I don’t know what we’re going to do. Everything sucks. I think I’ll go have some ice cream.

I also learned that my mother is a crazier cat lady than I am. I am scared of my future.

Eyeball Clinic 6 has very poor cell reception, so I’m standing in the hallway of the hospital like some kind of junkie in need of a fix.

We’re all checked in for mom’s surgery. The hospital is much less traumatic than the time we visited Miranda (the iPhone tried to replace my badly-typed “visited” with “fisted” – that was another post altogether) last year, probably because we’re not in a traditional hospital room. This is good. It is awkward to have panic attacks.

I drove us here in mom’s car because she didn’t want to ride on the back of Lola for some reason. I hate her car – it’s small and dirty and cramped and runs like shit. It does, however, have a handicap sign in the window – so I got to park in the reserved zone and I feel all fancy. Yes, I am easily amused and also somewhat lazy.

There are a lot of old people in this waiting room.