About two hours after I finally woke up, I decided that I felt halfway okay, so I should probably go get a manicure and pedicure in order to prepare for my surgery on Thursday. I'm not going under sedation without attractive toenails, and having nail polish on your fingers can interfere with oxygen metering during surgery (or so my oncologist once told me - those little things they stick on your fingers, with the little red light in them... has something to do with that).
I should have just stayed home.
The manicurist was a new gal, and she succeeded in trimming my cuticles so close that my finger started bleeding. She did, however, give one heck of a neck and shoulder massage. She buffed my nails, so I don't have to worry about that pesky nail polish interference.
But now, I'm exhausted. It is a sad testament to my ill health that sitting up for a grand total of one hour, plus the 45 minutes it took me to get dressed, is enough to wear me out. Pathetic. And the pain started up about ten minutes into the manicure/pedicure, so that made it less enjoyable.
But at least now my toes are pretty for surgery Thursday. You know, in case the anesthesiologist is cute, or something.
And there is no picture today. I don't suggest ever conducting a Google image search for "red toenails." Gross.