All Systems are GO!
Mood:  celebratory
Just got back from the OB/GYNs and everything is a-ok. So I'm cleared to resume all normal activities, and I'm heading back to work on Monday. And I don't need to see the groinicoligist again for a whole year! w00t!

Slaughterhouse-Five, Cows 0
Mood:  sad

I just found out Kurt Vonnegut died last night. I remember first being introduced to his work via the chilling short story "Harrison Bergeron". Later, I went on to read "Breakfast of Champions", "The Sirens of Titan", and "Cat's Cradle", along with the classic "Slaughterhouse-Five". The man was an absolutely brilliant writer, and his bold and fearless voice will be sorely missed.

So it goes.

Kurt is up in heaven now. 

* 

Happy Easter, Meester!
Mood:  lazy

See me driving down the street, I'm bored with looking good
Mood:  a-ok

I had a check-up with the OB/GYN on Monday and he says I'm healing up beautifully. I feel pretty good, especially since I can drive now and get OUT OF THE DAMN HOUSE!

A word to those who haven't had abdominal surgery - driving over potholes HURTS. A LOT.  And Bradford happens to have an overabundance of potholes right now. Ow.

Okay, to fill in a few more details since last post - I went to the dentist and learned that I grind my teeth at night. So I get to wear a mouth guard at night. Yippee. Nothing more romantic than feeling like a defensive back. :P

Then, I auditioned for a part in the May BLT show and got one! I'll be portraying "Craig" in "Hidden in this Picture" (we've re-named the character "Peg"). The play is absolutely hysterical, and everyone seemed to think I nailed the part. I'm really excited to go back on stage again.

We had Bob and Kathleen over for St. Patrick's day and did our superbly scrumptious Steaks in Ale Sauce recipe and Brabant potatoes, with a Bailey's Irish Cream chocolate fondue for dessert. (If you want the recipes, just email me. ) 

So things have been a bit busy and will be getting even busier soon! 

Happiness and fun for everyone!
Mood:  cheeky

This song and video makes me smile.

Not sure why, but it's so damn upbeat that I'd get up and flip out too, if it wouldn't bust my guts.

And since EVERYONE seems to love this shirt I got, here's a link where you can get one too! I just wish I'd had the idea first. :)

A Womb with a View
Mood:  chillin'

The surgery is done, all of the defective pieces/parts are outta there, and I was discharged from the hospital on Friday afternoon. Today I had my followup and had the staples removed from the inciscion. Did I mention I was just eviscerated on WEDNESDAY? :D

If this seems like an incredibly fast recovery, well - it is! I honestly did not believe that not only would I be off of the IV, catheter and most pain meds within one day after major abdominal surgery. And I was up and walking (okay, shuffling) around the halls with minimal pain. I am very very grateful to the surgical team, Dr. Bassani, and the whole staff at BRMC who made my surgery and brief stay as pleasant as could be expected.

I am even more grateful to all of my co-workers, family and friends who sent flowers, cards and chocolate - and stopped by to visit, and brought food and moral support to both Kevin and myself. I cannot express how wonderful it is to know so many people were thinking of me during this time, and I am truly humbled by your support and generosity. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you all! 

Aunt Flo gets evicted!
Mood:  a-ok

In less than one hour, I report to the hospital to have my hysterectomy. It's kind of weird - I'm pretty calm still, but Kevin is a wreck. :)

So to everyone who reads this, please spare a thought for me (and him!) over the next few hours and days. I will be most grateful.

 Oh, and to entertain yourself, here's a terrific list of euphemisms for something I'll never have to face AGAIN!!!

When life hands you Meyer Lemons...
Mood:  rushed

...make Meyer Lemon chiffon pie. Which is what I did last weekend when we harvested the lemons off of the adorable little tree Kevin bought last year. Meyer lemons are juicier and sweeter than regular lemons and make the most luscious desserts. I adore them, but they're extremely hard to find since they are very thin-skinned and don't ship well.

Then I took Cole and Chance to go see "Ghost Rider" (I've since decided that Nic Cage couldn't act his way out of a wet paper bag - and what was with his hair? He reminded me of Steve Oedekerk in "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist") But it was scary & fun, and you can't go too wrong with Sam Elliott as a cowboy.

On the aptly named Fat Tuesday, I went to the Old Library Restaurant with Laura, Diane and the gals from swim class to the chocolate buffet. There was an absolutely bewildering amount of theobromidalicous goodies to be had. The chocolate crepes won hands down, however.  

Just one more day of work and the interior remodeling begins.... 

Who stole my kizskas?
Mood:  not sure

Just got back from the OB/Gyn's and the news is not good. I have a huge cyst on my right ovary, and shitloads of fibroids. (The doc said if they gave out ribbons, I'd definitely get a blue. I can't grow plants, but apparently I can grow these like a mo-fo.)

I've explored every other option I can, drug and surgery-wise, and it's just no good anymore. The last period I had, I wound up taking two days off of work because of the pain - and pain is a not a stranger to me. Trust me, I can take a LOT of it, and this was beyond my limit.

So I'm throwing in the towel and getting a hysterectomy on the 28th.  I hope that I get to keep the better ovary, but otherwise, just like a cheap carpet store - Everything must go!

It's going to be abdominal surgery, so I will be in the hospital for a few days afterwards, and off work for up to 8 weeks.  

So I guess it's time to beg for some mojo from my friends and family. I'll try to keep things updated. 

And now for something completely different...
Mood:  a-ok

Introducing my very own online store, where you can purchase t-shirts with some of my favorite pithy* sayings on them!

Shop early and shop often!

 

*"I say, why do they call them pith helmets?"

"Because when you're in the jungle, old boy, you need somewhere to pith."