Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Feeling better...

I admit it.  I was beginning to think this day might never come.  Despite myself, I am actually starting to feel better.  I've been exercising. (bleck) Eating better. Carting my kids around. Sleeping less. Doing more. Yep almost back to normal!  Two weeks ago, I'd have sworn this wouldn't be possible.  Two weeks ago, not only did I feel like I was going to die, I wanted to.  I made peace with the Lord and was *ready* if he was ready.  I was that bad.  I'm slowly moving past it, though. 
Now if you know me... even slightly... you know that the S-L-O-W-L-Y part might kill me.  I'm instant gratification girl and this recovery has been sloooooooooooow. I'm not good at doing slow. Honestly. I don't even want to be good at doing slow. But, I guess I have to do whatever it takes to stay very far away from the hospital.  I'll do slow. One day at a time.  For two weeks. Then I'm back to work and it all best be back to normal.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

Do I really have to call him Master???

My husband completed his MPA program and went through his graduation ceremony last night. Yes. Charles now has his Master's Degree.

He doesn't look any different. Well, unless you count the 2 hours at the ceremony where he had to wear the lovely black gown and graduation cap and the new "hood" that he received to note his masterous achievement. I'll forgive him of this short lived fashion faux pas.

He doesn't act any different. Nope. He's still the same ole Charles. Laid-back, easy-going, and he's still a kid at heart. The only difference now is that he has a piece of paper that says he's "highly educated". That's right... it doesn't matter that he can't spell even with the aid of spell-check to save his life. He's highly educated. Even though I get more answers right when we watch jeopardy and wheel of fortune... he's highly educated. Even though I read and re-read and edited all those papers that earned him is diploma... he's highly educated.

So no. No. Even though I have never been more proud of him than I was the minute his name was called and he walked across the stage to receive his diploma... I will NOT be calling him Master!

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Maybe I really AM falling apart...

Ok, so, in the not so distant past I wrote about THIS Apparently, I spoke too soon. What was I thinking? I know better than to open my big mouth like that. Yep... that's right... I jinxed myself and had surgery #9 on June 1st. See - when I do things. I go ALL OUT.
Now, for those of you who have ever considered a hysterectomy, I had a partial and for me it was pretty much a piece of cake. What I do NOT recommend is having an emergency appendectomy 12 days later. Seriously. Take my word for it and DO NOT DO THIS! It really screws up your life. The surgery itself wasn't so bad. Not a lot of pain involved, unless you count the horrible 3 day illness and 2 emergency room visits that preceded this surgery. What is does to a 37 year old woman's body - pure H-E-L-L. I'm telling you, I feel like I was hit by a bus then hit again. Wiped out. I thought I'd feel better each passing day, but unfortunately, speed doesn't seem to be a part of this particular recovery process.
I went to the doctor yesterday... the follow up appointment to my 1st surgery. You know the appointment where I was supposed to be released to go back to work. HA! No going back to work for me. Four more weeks of recovery time is what he's suggested. Lovely. I'm doing my best to take it easy. I have a great group of family and friends who have pitched in lots of help.
I guess for now I'm going to take a piece of my own advice and take care of me... I mean, honestly, I don't have very many removable body parts left!