I was a bad girl yesterday — I went shopping. The bad: now I know why they say not to drive for seven days post-op. My upper body and incisions are sore from shifting gears. Who’d a thunk it? The good: I found two queen-sized TemperPedic (“NASA Foam”) pillows at Cargo Largo for 1/3 of the normal retail price. SCORE! (mmmmm cushy gooshy yummy pillows mmmmm happy happy happy) Today, Mike’s kids arrive for their…
Next time I convalesce, I swear I’m gonna find a place where my freakin cell phone doesn’t work and the office can’t find me. Geez. 8:40 AM Monday. 7:43 AM Tuesday. I’m gonna have to go back to work just to get some sleep! Okay, so I’m the only person who knows how to operate the CD-burning robot, but surely SOMEONE else in an office of 50 people knows how to use the Fed Ex…
I don’t take quizzes often. This one seems… fitting. In a twisted sort of way. Of course. Thanks, jimmy_hollaman for the link. Dancing Cats and Neglected Murderesses – You are a bit bitter in some ways about how life has treated you, but you will do anything to change it around…anything! Which Edward Gorey Book Are You?
I’m back, minus one gallbladder. All seems to have gone well, or so they tell me. Spent one night in the hospital, and I’m glad I did. The drugs are better there. For now, it’s bland food (my regular diet!) and LorTabs. Gonna be moving slow for a while, and no heavy lifting. (Hear that, cat? You’ll have to carry your own fat self up the stairs to bed! And stay off my belly!)
It’s official. They’re gonna yank my gallbladder out on Friday (6/17). Wish me luck.
