I met my doctor today. My wonderful  “we can take it out and send it to pathology, but I don’t think it’s anything bad.” doctor.  TUESDAY! as in THIS: COMING the DAY AFTER MONDAY, AFTER THIS WEEKEND TUESDAY! I’m so excited. If only everything could be as easy as surgery. Loads of laundry? Dirty house that needs to be cleaned from top to bottom? Let me take some of that (insert type of anesthetic here) and when I wake up it will be done. Well we can’t all get our way, right?

  I’m extatic. No more pain, although i’m not going to lie, I loves me some vicodin, but not when I have to take it to function and not be a raging lunatic of a bitch because i’m in pain. My family deserves better. It’s going to be an outpatient procedure and if nothing goes wrong i’ll be home by lunch or shortly thereafter.

 I don’t think Kevin will go with me to any more doctors appointments after this one. I just suggested to the doctor that while he had me open, he could take out anyof my insides that I could live without, such as my UTERUS. I don’t know who turned a darker shade of red, my husband or the doctor. Anyway, I’m just glad this is going to be over with TUESDAY.

  Now after a short recovery period I will be able to go to the track and walk and not have to be  hunched over like a monkey. I can kiss this 30 pounds that found it’s way back on to my butt goodbye!