3 More Days Of Freedom

We had a grand time at Sunriver. Thanks for all the well wishes!
MiniWarrior and a new friend found a dead snake and put it in his Mt Dew bottle.
He proudly displayed it for me and told me he was keeping it "forever and ever".
I told him it would look great on a shelf in his room at his Dad's house. He agreed.
Hehehehehe.

Three more days til I go back to work. It will be strange to be on a normal schedule again. I still tire out quickly but I think I'll be ok as my job is a sit down one.
Today I go in for a follow up Ex-Uterus appointment.

This Month has zipped by, Folks. Zipped!!

A Change Of Scenery

Tomorrow we are headed to Sunriver Resort for a few days.
It will be a refreshing change of scenery after spending almost a month in my house recuperating from my surgeries.



I'm not going to take my laptop so I won't be blogging until I return on Monday. I'm going to unplug and just enjoy relaxing with Miniwarrior and my Man.




Have a wonderful Memorial Weekend, Folks!

Deja Lame~o: Two Claws Down!

Lordy. I just watched a horrid movie. Deja Vu.
More like Deja Lame~o! Bleh.
Not even my friend Oxycodone can make this stinker bearable.
Avoid it at all costs.

Daily *Snort*

This is my life of late, Folks.



This. Is. My. Life.

Me--OW

I had throat surgery this morning and I'm laying back on my sofa nest 4 hours later.
Isn't medical science amazing now?
I'm still high from the anesthesia drugs and my throat is sore but I'm here!!

This should conclude the surgeries for awhile. Which is grand because I'm starting to feel a bit like a Thanksgiving Turkey that's gone under Grandpa's Electric Knife.
*snort*

Ohhhhhh Oxycodone you're my friend. La la la la la
Sing it with me now!
La la la la laaaaaa...

Must. End. Blog. Now. I'm flyingggggg. Weeeeeeee!

Itchy Twitchy: Halfway There

"Sometimes when I'm supposed to be quiet
And I'm trying to be perfectly still
The strangest feeling comes over me
It's kind of itchy, kind of twitchy..."

Here it is, Folks. Two weeks into my recovery. I took a month off of work so that puts me at the Halfway Mark today.
*sigh*
How time flies when one is laying around scritching at their belly scar.

I don't know how I feel about going back to work, knowing that my job is obsolete in November. How does one go on giving dedication to a place that is just keeping you around to fill in the gap til they dump you?

12 years I've been at this job, people. Twelve. Years.

It's going to be strange to leave. Strange to enter a new place with new people. I'll miss my coworkers. They are a great bunch of people. We've spent so much time together that we have our own language. I'm going to hate not being part of their lives anymore.

Meh. Forgive me. I'm feeling restless and melancholy this morning. WAY too much time on my hands to think.
And scritch at scars.

MiniWarrior~ism

MiniWarrior eyeballed me over his half eaten bagel as I trudged into the kitchen this morning.

MW: "Mom, you look tired."

Me: "Good morning, Son."

MW: "You look like a Zombie...why don't you drink some coffee."

...

Doeeeeee A Deeeer A Female Deeeeer...

Lookie what showed up in our backyard this afternoon!!

Woke Up This Mornin' Got Myself A....

I've been whiling away my sickie sofa incarceration time with DVD's of the Soprano's.
I'm on Season 4, about 3 shows in.
I'm addicted I tell you! ADDICTED!

I might need an intervention. Soon.


BADDA BING!

Time Keeps On Ticking Ticking Ticking...

Discoverys of today:

1. A week of laying down...sucks.

2. It hurts like a Mother &^$#! when I sneeze.


Good news is: I got my staples out today! WOO! I now have a dandy taped up smiley scar that stretches across my lower abdomen. I guess the world can't be all bad when one's got a permanent smile cut into their belly!

I cannot believe how many women have had this surgery done. They've come out of the shadows, like some sort of silent X-Uterus Cult, and laid their hands on me claiming me as "one of their own".

I went and got my hair cut today after the staple removal appointment. My hairdresser recognized my crab like hunched over walk and launched into the tale of her own war with the Failed Uterus. We bonded over hair snippage and X-Uterus tales.

Ahh good times. Good times.


Until tomorrow, Folks. Belly Smile--OUT.

Happy Momma's Day

To all the Momma's out there...

Happy Happy Mom's Day!

Raise Your Hands In The Air--MiniWarrior Is In Da House

Woop Woop!

MiniWarrior has been staying at his Dad's house while I've been in the Hospital then recuperating at home.
Today at 3:55 my front door crashed open and the sounds of "Mommmmm, can I watch Sponge Bob? Mommmmm...how about a chocolate chip mint shake? Mommmmm...can I have a bagel...Mommmmmmmm!" filled the quiet walls of my recuperation habitat.

Yes indeed, Folks. MiniWarrior is in da house!

...send help...

A Drugged Kat and the Missing Uterus

I'm baaaaaack!

I awoke from surgery yipping in pain but was soon lulled into a drug induced haze which I have not arisen from yet.

Life is good with Oxycodone as one's friend!

Ohhhh Oxycodone...Yer my buddy...my pal...tra la la la laaaaaa...

Doc said, "You're Uterus was quite large!" Then she patted me on the shoulder. "It was filled with all kinds of tumors and fibroids and the lining was also starting to grow on the outside." ...More Doctorly pats on my shoulder..."It must have been giving you a heck of a time, huh?"

*blink blink* Yes indeedly!

I am home now, ensconced in my nest. Lord Valtimore has moved in for the month and is taking most excellent loving care of me. *smile*

Thank you ALL for your wonderful encouraging comments! It's great to be home.

Pink Blood and Straight Jackets

I went in for my Pre-Op visit today.
They asked me many questions and a tall, skinny blond nurse drew a vial of my blood.

"Wow. You have really light red blood!" Skinny Blond Nurse says, flicking a finger against the full vial. "It looks almost Pink!"

"Sweet!" Says I. "Pink ROCKS!"

Skinny Blond Nurse shoots me a strange look; from the corner of my eye I spy the Administrative Nurse covertly check something on my chart.

"Whatchu markin' down there?" I say, leaning forward to peer at her scribbles on my chart.

"Oh just...stuff." She says, sliding a paper over her notes, her face assuming the careful blank look of 'don't agitate the crazy patient'.

Hmm.

I'd better not wake up post surgery buckled in a straight jacket, is all I'm saying...

Kat Happenings

This weekend (before the surgery) I am headed to the beach with my girlfriends. One last hurrah before the big SNIP.

Monday morning, I go in to have my dysfunctional Uterus removed.
This might keep me from blogging for awhile as I will be in the hospital until Thursday.
But, you know I'll be back.
I'm facing a month long sofa incarceration so I'll be back blogging as soon as possible.
Woo hoo! Drug induced Kat Posts!
Let the insanity Rollllllll!


MiniMe age 5

A Hiss From Mexico

EWO is an avid reader. She hates being without a book. I can understand that, so on my lunch hour last week I perused the used book store and found 3 different books for her collection.

I read a couple chapters of one of the books and enjoyed it so I made a point of recommending it to her. She took it on the plane with her on her way back to her lair in Mexico.

Yesterday I received an email from her via her friend, "Mary" (name changed to protect her from evil) She often sends me messages from EWO with a smuggled cryptic message to me about how things really are.

This is the email:

Hi Kat. Trip was fine but no sleep but I had a nice nap at "Mary's". Say,that book about 11 yr old is no good,you can do much better, Stupid book. Hot here. oxoxxoo,Love ya, Mom

(cryptic message)

She once got a book from me that I just finished & read a couple of pages & tore it up??? Love, "Mary"