Itchy & Scratchy

Dude, no one told me how much my stitches would itch. I’m in itchy agony over here! They are driving me nuts. I don’t even hurt anymore, other than when the dogs pounce on me or if I roll over on my stitched side, but the itching, OH SWEET JESUS the itching. I swear I either need to drink away the itch or take a brillo pad to my side. I’ve been trying to apply a little anti itch cream periodically and that helps, for maybe an hour. I heard that itching means healing, and that’s good, but I don’t get my stitches out until the 9th people! I don’t think I’ll make it! Now, where is my rake? That oughta do it!

Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Happy Year of the Dog! Ike and Kea are pleased that this is their year! My inlaws came over today and brought money in a red envelope and a little gift in a red bow. I love how in to all the Chinese culture they are. My MIL runs a library and for story time this week she had all the kids make little year of the dog dragons like they use in the parades. But instead of a dragon head she had me draw a dog head. It turned out really cute and the kids loved it. I’m so excited that my girls will have grandparents who are all about learning their culture.

Shower the people you love with love

Susan’s baby shower for little Miss Olivia was today and it was fabulous. It was so great seeing her and she got lots of wonderful things for the baby. The blanket Susan is holding in that picture is the one I made her. I’m so excited for her and can’t wait til she’s home from China with Olivia! And it is always fun to have bloggy girls together! Here we are- Susan, me, Karen, and Shannon.

Sexy beeyotches

Y’all are so sweet! Thank you for all the sweet comments, words of encouragement and get betters. I thought it was extra sweet some of you thought I was having a good hair day. Funny, cause that was the day before my hair appointment. I should have waited an extra day to get cut into and y’all would have been blown away by my hotness.
**Seymour update: I’m all bruised around my stitches now. My middle feels so much better. I don’t feel like I’ve been kicked by a mule anymore. But getting in and out of a car is still a pain, as is bending over. Oh, and it’s really fun when one of the pugs jumps on my belly. I’ve only needed to take a couple of the pain pills my dr. prescribed so that’s good. Changing the bandages is a bit of a chore since my skin has become raw where the sticky part of the bandaid sticks. My dr and other people have commented on how calm we are and how we’ve kept up a good sense of humor through this. Jon and I were talking about it. We’ve been through so much with me medically in the last few years that losing Seymour is nothing compared. Since we’ve been married I’ve had gum surgery, my tonsils and adnoids taken out, lost a fallopian tube when it twisted and became engorged (another surgery), a couple of d&c’s. and a couple of burst ovarian cysts. You just gotta take it all in stride. Oh and here is a picture of Seymour next to a quarter. He has shrunk a good bit since he first came out, but it still gives you a general idea.
So, yesterday Shannon and I went and had our hair done. Here is Shannon’s before: Here is her “during”: Scroll down for my before- the one of me in my lovely hospital gown. Here is my “during”: We forgot to take “afters” so I’ll take care of that tomorrow while we’re at Susan’s baby shower. But we must look at least semi fabulous because our hair lady told us we were sexy beeyotches when she was finished with us. Of course, she was being paid. Hmmmm…

See more of Seymour

I’m alive! First of all let me say I love my doctor. He’s so laid back and has a great sense of humor. The whole time he was hacking into me like a flank steak he was telling us all about his travels in China. He spent 5 months there teaching English. So cool. Jon was in the room with me, but spent a good deal of time playing solitaire on the crackberry so he wouldn’t pass out. So Dr. numbed me up on the side and gave it a few minutes to sink in. Then he cut a little piece of skin away and cut Seymour out whole. So it looks like an iceburg. You see a little floating on top, but there’s a WHOLE lot more underneath. I could feel him pulling and tugging me, Jon said it was like watching a butcher at work. No hair or teeth in Seymour- just a bunch of chicken fat and red stuff. It wasn’t a cyst, Dr. said a cyst is like a pimple on the inside, he said mine was a lipoma. Round or oval lumps under the skin caused by fatty deposits. Lipomas are more common in women and tend to appear on the forearms, torso, and back of the neck. Lipomas are generally harmless, but if the lipoma changes shape, your physician may perform a biopsy. Treatment may include removal by surgery.
Ok so now for the gross show and tell portion of our program. Just in case I have readers who aren’t as morbidly fascinated by this stuff as I am I’ve concealed the pictures by linking to them instead of just displaying them.
This is Seymour in his jar.
This is a top view.
This is my war wound.
Jon has been so great, so worried. He’s changing my bandages for me (I can’t see them unless I look in the mirror since it’s hidden by my boob). He called a million times last night to check on me from work. Shannon has been awesome too. She brought dinner over and noticed right away that I had bled through my shirt (again boob blockage, didn’t even see it). She changed my bandage and checked it every few minutes for bleeding. I called the dr’s office and they said if I bled through another bandage to go to the ER. She stayed with me til just before Jon got home to make sure I was ok. That girl is good in a crisis!
And so, there it is, the saga of Seymour.


Ok so I’m going to have Seymour removed here in just a couple hours. I have to admit I’m nervous. They aren’t putting me to sleep or anything which seems weird. My dr says I can bring Seymour home with me though. My little sister has a biology project due soon- maybe we’ll add teeth and hair to my lump. She’ll be sure to get an A+!