I feel like such an adult. Like a real grown-up. In preparation for my surgery, which is only a week away, I've had to call about a million different people and request a million different forms and fax numbers. There's the short term disability folk, and the insurance folk, and the benefits folk and the other insurance folk... but as for this moment, all is as squared away as it can get. Most of the bad crap that's ever happened to me has come as a result of me not being proactive. Which is just a grown-up way of saying, I'm a lazy ass and I'm spoiled and my entire life I've let someone else handle any responsibilities that might've fallen in my lap. I suck that way. But today, I am declaring myself a grown-ass woman.
I don't much care for it.