I talked to a lady on the phone today for 19 minutes. In that time she said my name 17 times and “sweetheart” 8. Didn’t leave a lot of time for the other words.
Bless Your Heart
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I don’t like the V word. I know it’s the proper name but I don’t like it. And I really don’t like it when toddlers and small children use it. I’m alright when my doctor says it- let’s me know he paid attention in school- but everyone else can just stop right now.
So anyway, I forgot to mention the details of my upcoming honey pot removal and I received some questions about it via email and comments.
-They will not remove my ovaries. CSP doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll be thrilled about that as that means I will not be going through surgically inducced menopause at age 33. No one wants that. While I am a delight, I’m guessing that living with me full time can sometimes be interesting and there’s no need to make it even more so.
-The surgery will be laproscopic where they make a few little cuts and go in with a camera and skinny tools and remove the baby pouch. That means less time in the hospital (just 1-3 days) and less recovery time (about 4 weeks).
-They will be removing my cervix. I’m totally cool with that. No more risk of cervical cancer. And I just learned that no more uterus means no more pap smears! The perks just keep coming!
-Did I mention I get to stay overnight in the hospital? I’ve never done this and have always been curious as to what it’s like. I’m sure there will be much poking and prodding of the hoohoo, but I also think there might be jello involved. And ice chips. There always seems to be an endless supply of ice chips at hospitals.
-My surgeon is a kind man with a smooth, bald head that I really wanted to smack during my appointment. He reminds me a bit of a muppet, but I can’t remember which one.Speaking of whoopies, girls, hootchie hoos, hoo hahs, tootie fruities and the like…I was shopping at Sam’s the other day and noticed this wine:
Who is in charge of product names at this company???I recently discovered this fabulous peach flavored soda called Rayz at Bloom (I promise I will still post about Bloom soon).
While it is quite tasty, I have to pour it into a glass to drink because I find the graphics a wee bit disturbing. Who wants their beverage can decorated with a peach colored ass and vajayjay?? -
I have lots to tell you regarding my health and the health of my family. I will start with my family.
You may remember that I told y’all that my Aunt L was diagnosed with Leukemia. She had a bone marrow transplant 2 weeks ago and so far it is looking good. I didn’t want to blog about it until she was sent home from the hospital. She is recovering at home. Sort of. They live in SW SC but she’s in Charleston receiving treatment. A friend is lending her and my uncle the use of his condo for a year while she undergoes treatment. She’s doing really well and while she has to go in to the hospital for treatment each day she’s able to spend the rest of the time at the condo with my uncle. This is good news.
You may also remember that I told you my Uncle A had surgery to remove 3 tumors in his brain. We’ve been receiving constant updates but things are changing so fast with him I’ve been hesitant to post anything. It turns out he has lung cancer and that had metastisized (sp) to his brain. He’s going through chemo but it’s not looking good. And just today, just a couple of hours after I talked with my cousin about coming down to see him, he was re-admitted to the hospital and now he’s on life support. He’s septic and has pneumonia. They are thinking that barring a miracle he may not last the week. I am beyond sad about this. He’s such a good guy. I hate cancer. Why do we not have a cure?
Now, before I start sobbing again let me tell you about my day on Monday. I saw my regular doctor and I also saw the surgeon to whom I was referred about a hysterectomy. And….drumroll….he’s going to do it! Yay! I get to have my uterus removed! Woohoo! I know most people wouldn’t be happy about this but most people don’t bleed daily. I have to have a pap smear and an ultrasound next week or so, some blood work and a physical the next, then my surgery should be around the 2nd week of June. I should know the date within a week. I cried when he told me he’d do it, I was just so relieved. I’ve had so many doctors turn me down for being too young, for refusing to try the IUD (what if it failed? I’d just end up having the hysterectomy anyway. It’s the same drugs I’ve taken that failed except they’d be putting them right in my whoopie. Why should they work this time?). He totally understood that I’m under a time crunch with the adoption. I just can’t try something else, have it fail and then risk trying to time recovering from a surgery while picking up my child on the other side of the world and taking care of her. I wanted to hug him but I didn’t want to freak him out.
So that’s my news for now. We should hear something about my uncle over the next couple of days. They say tonight is pivotal. I’ll be praying extra hard. My heart hurts.
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My little sister Morgan is taking a photography class at school. I called over to my mom’s today and heard this conversation as my mom was picking up the phone (the “him” in this conversation is my mom’s dog Sam):
Morgan! No, no, no, NO! Stop choking him!
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I spent a good hour chatting with my Nanny today. She’s my father’s mother, the one from Ireland. She cracks me up. During our conversation she let the following gems slip out and I knew I’d have to preserve them for posterity.
-While discussing my cousins working from home while caring for my Uncle: “They were able to work right from home on those machines they hold in their laps.”
-When telling me about a recent trip to the drugstore where she dropped off a prescription: “They let me shop while they worked on my pills then they called my name on the internet.”
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I thought I would share with y’all the latest batch of ridiculous things people have said to us about our adoption.
–“Don’t get me wrong, I want you to have children, I just want you to be smart about it.” Well thank goodness you warned us. We were about to go do something stupid without thinking. Like do a boatload of research and an invest years and all our money so we could be parents.
–“That’s exciting that you’re adopting, especially since you’re not going to have your own children.” Yeah, we’re looking into rentals.
–“Well at least now you might end up with a white kid.” (Said upon hearing we’ve had to switch countries twice now.) Thank the Lord! We’ve only spent the last 2 years planning on parenting a child of another race, and we’ve been excited about it. We don’t care where our child comes from or what she’ll look like. Y’all know that. But hey, now we won’t have to worry about it! She might be white! We won’t have to tell her she was adopted! Gosh, think of the therapy bills when she finds out!
Ok, that’s it for now. Just needed to get that out. I realize that most dumb comments are made by people who mean well and just say the wrong thing. But those 3 jackasses went above and beyond.
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I entered his picture over at Cute Overload and we are featured!
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I finally did one of those 100 things list. I got a little carried away. It was much easier than I thought it would be once I got going. So check it out.
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So my father was in the area for the last few days. Hunting with my Uncle in SC. He drove up to take us to lunch yesterday. Now before I start this story I should give a quick explanation for you new readers. My parents divorced when I was young after a horrible marriage where my father beat my mother & us, grew & smoked pot, drank way too much and was an all around beast. It’s only been since my nephew Jacob was born that we’ve seen my father on any regular basis. He lives in Florida and we tolerate visits for the sake of the boys who think he’s just plain neato. We’ve come to the conclusion that if you don’t laugh you’ll cry. So we laugh. Loudly.
He talked to my sister first so she chose Chuck E. Cheese as our destination. I loathe the Cheese. I hate the over priced cardboard tasting pizza, the Cheese-y music piped in at an unGodly volume, the tiny little shot glasses they try to pass off as beverage cups, and especially the many, many surfaces I’m forced to touch that I know are teeming with the germs of a million unwashed sickly children.
But I go. Because I love my family. Anyway, it’s a good thing we went there since what should have been an hour or so affair turned into a 4 hour situation. But doesn’t it always? We were supposed to meet at 10 am. For pizza. When I pulled into the parking lot I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight of an empty parking lot save my sister’s car. I went in and we played while we waited for Grandpa. And waited. And waited. We did have a situation that broke up the waiting a bit. You know those hamster tunnel things that the kids climb through? Jake and Joey would go up and play and come down the slide and everything was wonderful. Until they got separated. And then they couldn’t find the slide tunnel. And then there was screaming and freaking out. And since we were the only people in the place except for the workers, the screaming and the freaking out was loud. So Sara and I start yelling directions up toward the tunnels. Go right! Go to the blue tube! Turn around! All of this was totally unsuccessful. Jake sat staring at us through one of the little port holes just wailing. Literally a foot away from the tunnel of salvation, yet totally unable to process the directions we were yelling and gesturing. And we didn’t even know where Joey was in the maze. (more…)
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Another busy month ahead. Goal for May: finish paperchase!
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Bless Your Heart 