*Waves a white flag*

I'm having surgery this Friday to remove a mass/lump/cyst from my left breast. They don't think it is cancerous or anything, thankfully, it's just sore as hell. It will be a minor outpatient procedure and I'll just be sore for a while. I've decided if the scar is too big or unsightly I'll just design a tattoo to go over it. New plan: scar I don't like=new tattoo to cover it.
Mum is having Bariatric surgery Thursday. The Gastric Bypass procedure to be precise. We're all nervous for her as it will be an enormous change in lifestyle for the rest of her life. But, I think she'll do just fine. She'll be at the hospital right next to the surgery center I'm going to Friday so I'll spend the rest of the day after my surgery with her.
I've grown to despise my job. Not necessarily the job itself but several...elements...I have to contend with. To cut to the chase, I'm pretty sure my bosses hate me. Well, maybe hate is a rather strong term. I'm sure I come in rather low on their lists. The red-headed step child of the department, so-to-speak. I've been really down the past week because of my schedule. I should be excited about classes starting but instead I am full of dread. My work schedule is thus:
Sunday 1pm-9pm
Monday- (workout 10am-12pm) 3:30pm-12am
Tuesday-10am-3pm,(Class) 9pm-12am
Wednesday- (workout 10am-12pm) 3:30pm-12am
Thursday-10am-3pm, (Class) 9pm-12am
The kink is that getting off at 12am and being back to work at 10am is tough, especially for someone with sleep issues and bipolar disorder. It's hard to get straight to sleep, I'm lucky if I fall asleep by 2 am (usually more like 3 or so) and I have to get back up at 8:30 am in order to take care of the dogs and get dressed for work, find a parking space, etc. A week or so of this and I may well be off my rocker, not to mention when the hell am I supposed to get studio time in? I can't exactly sculpt at my office desk now can I? I may very well just haul in my alcohol lamp and do wax work. If I had been moved to first shift (Like I've requested for the second year in a row only to be shot down for various not-HR approved reasons), I'd work 7:30 am-4:00 pm, missing only 30min. of work twice a week to go to class. Instead I have to pull 2 14 hour days a week to make up the difference. Not to be a fatalist, but this may well eat away at the last little bit of sanity I have. I give it a month before I'm visiting my shrink or drinking myself to sleep. (Ah...NyQuil...)
Also...planning a wedding on top of all this? *sigh* I'm even more masochistic than I realized.