uPdaTe … mY brOken heArt will bE heAled wiTh suPer glUe & cheRRios…
I spent a few hours yesterday writing
a very long post about what is going on with me.. then I posted it, without
checking to see if it posted. When I looked at it this morning, I noticed only
the first few sentences had copied and so then I thought WTF, all those thoughts
gone. I know I saved it, but can’t find it! Maybe it will show up for dinner at
some point and after I beat the crap out of it, I will post it all again.
Actually I am in the hospital due to
chest pain, that started last Friday. After an onslaught of tests, SURVEY SAYS
my heart needs an overhaul and a pair of new earrings. I need to look perdy cuz
I will be having a triple bypass and aortic valve replacement, with fries and
cottage cheese on the side. No biggie. I could probably do it meself since I
am a nurse but I'm gonna pamper myself and pay some one to do it for
me, just this one time..
Am I scared? Yes. Shitless.
Am I gonna cry like a girl? You bet
Have I run into any cute doctors? Yes
but I'm a lady and always apologized.
My whole family came together to be
with me as the surgery was supposed to be last Thursday, however I developed
cellulites in both feet and ankles 2 days prior and the next day I woke up with
bursitis on my left kneecap and cannot walk without assistance. So the date was
moved to Monday. That had to be
cancelled as well because I still have the infections... So now we are aiming
Today, however, I awoke from my nap
only to find that I lost 100 lbs in my sleep, and have no idea where that
wandering little tub’O’lard went. Consequently, no surgery until the
infections are gone, which is hopefully soon as I am getting the top guns of
antibiotics and they should be kicking in by now. I hate waiting on things,
specially for a life saving surgery... as Janis Joplin once said "come on and
take it, take another little piece of my heart out, baaabbbyyyy.."
The pain meds I am on are really
messing with me head. I will start to say one thing, doze off, then pick up as
if I were still in the same conversation when I am not, it makes for awkward yet
funny delicious moments.
I will keep you posted, peeps...
My cleavage is already grieving, she
may need a 12 step program... or on going therapy just to deal… Who knows,
possibly even electric shock therapy! .