On the way home, Mrs. Whitebeard who drove me to Epinal and back, tried to convince me that a surgery would be the best way to end all the problems quickly. She kept repeating that it's painless and that one can leave the hospital within 3 days. (She had the same thing, years ago) My mom also thinks it would be far better to go for the surgery, because she thinks that I'm swallowing more medics than food by now.
What others seem to not understand is that I'm not afraid of the surgery itself. (Okay, I'm not looking forward for it, of course) but it's the loss of time and the fact that I made plans for THAT time. And I hate it, when shit like this goes between me and my plans.