So this is the first official day of summer vacation.  Funny thing, there is a chill in the air and I’m huddled under the blankets with a huge cup of coffee (1 cup =1/3 of the pot). It feels more like the first day of fall. The boys are sleeping still, which is good because they probably need their rest. I don’t know who is happier: them for being home, or me for having them back. I’m healing quite nicely and I’m looking forward to not having that pain in my abdomen that makes me such an ugly person.

     My surgery went really well. I actually remained really calm throughout the whole ‘getting ready’ process. Long story short, I was just sure that something was going to go wrong and I was going to kick the bucket. I don’t know why I felt that way it was just stupid.   A long time ago, one of my family members was supposed to go in for a routine procedure and she ended up dying. Her horse died the day before, just dropped dead right there. They said it was a sign and they should have paid attention. Don’t you know I was watching all my animals and making SURE each and every one of them was accounted for and breathing before I left that morning?! Ha Ha.

     I was in and out in about 35 minutes. My doc made about a four inch incision in one of  my old c-section scars (not that I’m going to be showing off my road map belly to anyone) that is currently being held together with steri strips. I couldn’t walk upright for the first two days. I looked like a monkey, hunched over, arms hanging. LOL He took out a section of my abdominal wall when he took out the ‘thing’. Part of the muscle and part of the tendon had to come out with it. They gave me Fentenol (sp?) right after surgery, which sucks. I cried all the way to the car.  For the first 48 hours I couldn’t blow my nose, sneeze, clear my throat, cough, laugh, take an effective dump, anything that required the use of the core muscles.

I’m getting better day by day and i’m looking forward to when i’m all healed and  pain free. Now I can be a good wife and mom instead of being the worlds biggest bitch. Chronic pain SUCKS.

*Kristal, that bag of goodies you dropped off were my saving grace the day after surgery! Thank You!