Another One??

Good Lord! When will the insanity end?? Everyone I know is getting pregnant ~ not that it's a bad thing, but everyone wants to know when we will be popping one out...The answer to that is that we just enjoy practicing ~ the child part will not be happening any time soon!

Now, the real reason for this post ~ my younger brother called me the other day to let me know they are expecting their first the end of March next year! I'm sooooooooo excited! He asked me if I was going to be coming to his house pretty soon to watch movies in his new theater. He said we could watch movies and knit booties. It took me about 3 times of him saying for me to figure it out. I kept saying "I don't know how to knit". DUH!!

There's your funny for the day. Now back to regular programming.

C'ya!

Five More Days

I was sitting on the porch swing with my husband this evening and this phrase came out of my mouth. Five more days of being somewhat worthless. The doctor said I was looking great and that everything is just as it should be. However, he said I should take it easy for one more week. No lifting, excessive bending, etc...I guess I will continue to go to work and sit around and just do some studying for my A+ exam...not totally worthless but feeling that way. The other news the doctor advised me was that I cannot tan my newly acquired scars for at least 3 months. He did say I could start soaking and swimming though. So, I went out, bought a new top for my swimsuit, and spent all day today lounging in a swimming pool. It felt great! However, I am so disappointed that I worked so hard to get into a bikini and now I can't wear it! Oh well, next summer...

I'm in the mood for some peaches and cream and then sleep. So off to bed.

C'ya!

Oh the pain!!

I am finally feeling good enough to sit up and write a little about my surgery. Last Tuesday, I had my gallbladder RIPPED out of my gut!! My mom, my aunt, and my husband all went to the hospital with me at 8:30 am. We didn't have to wait long for them to take me back and get all 'dressed up' for the surgery. I was so nervous but it went so fast...I was in the operating room telling the nurse I'm as comfortable as someone can be when they are about to go under. Then, I was in the recovery room just waking up. I almost began to wonder if they had even done anything! I was being wheeled up to my room in no time. I also felt good enough to get up out of the bed and go to the rest room. I made phone calls. I ate. I watched television. I chatted with my visitors. Then, I went to bed. The nurses always wake you up to check your vitals...which I find extrememly annoying when you are trying to sleep. I slept as well as anyone that is in a hospital bed listening to the nurses station alarms going off every 5 minutes! The next morning, I woke up feeling sore, but for the most part, okay. Then, I ate breakfast and took my pain meds. I spent the rest of the morning realizing the amount of pain that comes when they take your gallbladder out! I was allowed to go on home that afternoon and I was able to do some walking and moving around. I don't think I could have done it though without all of the meds. Now, I must say that after a week, it has certainly gotten better, but I am still not pain-free. I went to work for the first time today. I can't lift over 10 pounds and the pain meds still make me a bit loopy but I went anyway. I feel pretty worthless but the pain reminds me that worthless is okay...

For now...I must rest...C'ya