Surgery Day!!! Not... {Growl}

Happy Surgery Day to me! NOT.
Today at this time I should've been moaning in agonizing pain, but I'm not. I'm going about my normal day. Happy about the non-pain part... really pissed off about the non-surgery part. Oh well. Such is life. The doc obviously didn't care that I had changed my entire life and that of a whole part of a consulting company back east. It didn't matter that now I will be too swollen to attend my parents' 40th year anniversary party I am helping to throw or have family Christmas card pictures taken. He obviously didn't care that I had already begged and borrowed, turned in favors at work to get things learned and duties changed and time off granted. He didn't care that I had arranged for sitters and rides for the kids, and purchased the liquids for my new diet or the handy waterpik I was going to be relying on to clean my banded-shut mouth. It didn't matter to him that I had paid extra bills in advance thus making us scrape by -and of course it happened during a week when our youngest dog needed costly surgery and then found out it was cancer. Nope. They had "scheduled two surgeries on the same date at different facilities"...and he "couldn't facility hop". Really? Really? I personally believe there's more to the story. My surgery had been scheduled for 3 weeks now and it took them until 5 days before my surgery to figure that out? I had just called the day before to verify the hospital knew I was coming too because I knew they didn't. I work here. I know these things. I had called down to pre-registration. I know my reponsibilities. I knew they'd have the info. But they'd never heard of it. I personally think they never called to schedule the surgery and then realized he couldn't do it. Then and only then did they also decide to call and tell me it's moved and use the excuse of the authorization not being approved for the nasal part of the surgery. Not that I didn't already tell them I was fine with that and would rather not have the nasal surgery if it wasn't approved. I know how auths work. It's not gonna happen...regardless of how they beg in a peer-to-peer review or change the medical records. Blech. I'm just mad. I now have an entire month to continue to sit and stew about this and to get myself worked up into even more of a panic attack. I'm sure I'll end up with a stress induced cold sore. Lovely...
So now I can pretend to be positive about the change of date: I can be glad the date has changed for a few reasons. First of all I will be around for K's first week of school and before school testing. That's a real good thing. I can get my hair colored before surgery now since my hair lady was on vacation before. I am able to become more fluent in the new system at work...even though I'd rather I didn't and don't think I'd be missing much if not. I can go swimming with my boys a couple more times for the summer. I can still eat whatever I want. There. I feel a little less negative. Still really pissed off though...but at least I can say I tried to turn it around. Haha.