Well, surgery is over. I’m sorry I didn’t update sooner but it was a really long day yesterday. I’ll also go ahead and apologize for the quickly done and somewhat terrible photo editing below, photo edits aren’t really my immediate priority today but I know how caring so many of you are and I didn’t
It’s 11:14 am and I’m sitting in the hallway of a very fancy theatre while my daughter watches a play with her class. I drove her here but she didn’t want me to sit with her, because “mom, that’s embarrassing.” Typically I’d have a lot to say about her attitude, but I’m exhausted and therefore
We were in the car, all six of us, a few girls that I knew and a couple that I didn’t. We had been in the car for a while when somehow the topic of Botox came up, which immediately segwayed into the topic of plastic surgery. As the girls were commenting on what they
A friend and I took our kids to the zoo. The biggest attraction came during lunch when we found a crazy looking caterpillar. To say that we were interested yet terrified would be the understatement of the century. At one point my friend got him to cling onto a stick and when she
Talk about a whirlwind of a weekend!! Geesh. Is it Friday yet??? Oh no wait. Friday just passed. Wowzers. My Friday night ended like this: A few friends brought tasty things and came over to chill out after a long week, and trust me when I say that it was a LONG week. Aside from
The last time we chatted about medical procedures I told you about the time I got an epidural line threaded into my ass cheek while a herd of medical students watched, so today I thought I would tell you about what happened after that. **If you did not read the post “True Stories From The Operating Room,”
As I’ve mentioned on this blog several times, I had a few major foot and ankle surgeries when I was in my early twenties. You guys have seen the pictures, heard the background story, but what I have yet to tell you about, were the funny parts. “Funny parts? Broken bones, screws and bolts, tendon
When I was twenty one I had reached a point where I was spending more time in a cast healing from a broken bone, then out of one. Years of dance and running had caused so many overlapping injuries that I kept breaking the same bones and tearing the same tendons over and over again.
Last week I went to my post surgical check up at the surgeon’s office. The good news is that the doctor said the outside of my nose is totally healed and looks exactly like we both wanted it too. In his words, “girl we nailed it.” The bad news was that the inside wasn’t as
I felt really bad after the surgery took a turn for the worst, and no, not bad in the “oh my gosh, I could have died” kind of way that I should have felt bad in, I felt bad in an inconvenient kind of way. I felt like an inconvenience. I knew that I had scared
My second surgery yesterday went great, couldn’t have gone better actually. Today I woke up and albeit sore, bruised, and swollen, I actually feel somewhat like a human being again. So…I decided it was time to venture out of the house. Well, “decided” might be giving it a little bit too much credit, but lets
Well, tomorrow (Tuesday) I have another appointment with the doctor. Can’t say that I’m looking all that forward to it, but not much I can do about it, so I might as well hold my head high, smile and go for it! I have to get all the packing taken out that they stitched and
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
