Going under the knife

Tomorrow I am having a myomectomy (fibroid surgery). I will be in the hospital for 2-3 days and then I’ll be at home for 6 weeks recovering. I must say that well wishes and prayer can come from the most unexpected places. God is truly amazing. He has allowed me to hear from so many people just when I needed it.

Married!

Well, my brother’s wedding went of without a hitch, pretty much. The ceremony was beautiful. I even welled up a little even though I am NOT a crier. At the rehearsal I discovered that my brother included a very unflattering picture of me in the slide show presentation that was part of the ceremony. (My awkward years lasted from age 8 until I was 25.) While I recognize that I am very sensitive and emotional these days (thanks to Lupron) I was horrified…I wanted to run out of the sanctuary. I was just not in the mood to be the butt of the joke. But I sucked it up because it was my brother’s wedding and I wanted it to be perfect for him. But here is a message to my brother: There will be payback.

Back in Action

I’m back in action…well, sort of. Today is actually my last day at work this week. I’m taking Thursday & Friday for my brother’s wedding. Then next week, I’m only working Monday thru Wednesday and I’m having my fibroid surgery next Thursday. Then I will be out of the office for six weeks. Is it wrong that I am really looking forward to my time off?

I can’t believe that my baby brother is getting married day after tomorrow. I am officially a grown up now (at age 37).

Tuesday is Choose Day!

Would you rather:
1. lose the tips of your fingers in a car accident OR your nose? Definitely the nose...assuming one of the doctors on Dr. 90210 can hook me up with a new and improved version.


2. have to bring a tank of oxygen with you everywhere you go OR only be able to go out when the sun is down? The night time is the right time!


3. eat a bowl full of raw oysters OR a small plate of haggis? I LOVE oysters. Much better than stomach and heart of lamb. bleech!


4. wake up and find your two front teeth have doubled in size OR your fingers have doubled in length? I'll pass on the freakishly long fingers. Big teeth can be corrected. Or at the very least, I can get a job playing Bugs Bunny at an amusement park.

Bahama Mama

We just got back from the Bahamas. It was wonderful. I promise to write a real post tomorrow when I'm back on the plantation.

I'm Sorry BB!

So the other day my hubby was reading my blog and he saw an entry about his feet. I'm sure he knows it was all in jest, but in case he doesn't, let me say I'm sorry BB! I was having to much fun. :-)