I couldn't make this up if I tried...

Yesterday, with my beautiful, rambuctious, loud children in tow, I went to my pre-op appointment where they take blood, vitals, etc. It was all going along normally (with the exception of my children attempting to chat up every unsuspecting stranger in the hospital).

The nurse asked me to step on the scale. I did. "No, no way, that's impos - Grace, come over here and look at this." I'm looking at the number. The number is right. Now the nurse AND Grace are checking me out, looking at the scale like they can't believe what they are seeing. "Can you believe this?" Now they're both looking me up and down, inspecting me. "Girlfriend, all I can say is that you carry it well."

Example #33 on how people verbally malfunction with me.

I don't know what it is about me. I get she was surprised that the scale said I weighed as much as I do. I told her the number was right. She wasn't trying to be rude, she was just genuinely shocked. Kind of one of those backwards compliment deals.

So tomorrow I go in for surgery. I just want to wake up minus one gall bladder and not a kidney or something. I'm working on procuring a very loud bell (see my posts about Ruler of the Roost's surgery) so that he can wait on me and nurse me back to health.

I'll let you know how that goes.