I survived

 Surgery went about as expected.  

I was supposed to take off the day before to get my mom to the eye doctor for her shot but sharp guy messed all that up with the program the day before and I didn’t get out of the office until almost an hour late.  Obviously nothing got done that day.  I ended up working until about 11 from home and another hour after I got home.  As always, my mom had list of things she wanted me to do.  I reminded her that I still had work to do and get ready for the procedure so she begrudgingly let me head out.  Oddly enough when my little sister does anything she always makes a point to tell me that she had to make up the work.  Like, yup, that's kind of how that goes.  The doctor told her that her eye is doing much better and set up her next shot for 3 months.  While I was waiting for my mom, I got the call telling me my surgery would be at 10 and to be at the hospital at 8.  On my way home I got a call that one of my co-workers had sent me flowers and the florist had left them on the porch.  I obviously had to tell work I was having surgery but they have no idea what it is.  I find it is better to give just enough information to keep the vultures at bay but not to go into detail.  The more blanks you leave the more people like to fill them in.  I really didn't want a rumor starting that I was dying of guinea worm (shout out to my man JC).  

I was a little concerned that since surgery was at 10 it would be noon before I actually went back, but it went right on time.  It was supposed to take about an hour and Dennis said it was about 2 hours so that is probably right on schedule.  I don't think I was in recovery very long because I remember coming out of it and the nurses acting like the weren't expecting it but that could have just been a dream.   They informed me that I would not be going home and would have to stay the night.  I wasn't overly thrilled but I was really too sleepy to care too much.  Nurse assistance Betty was getting on my last nerve.  She told me I had to eat something and gave me the menu I could use to order from...broth, jello, popsicle.  I relented and called the kitchen who told me that they had me on nothing by mouth 😠  About that time Betty went off duty and I really wasn't hungry so I just slept.  I asked Betty before she left if I could change into my pjs and she said no I had to wear the gown.  She did give me a robe, which I got to keep as a lovely parting gift, part of the perks of going to the fancy hospital.  I was kind of glad I stayed when the nerve block wore off.  Laying back in bed was pretty painful.  Not long after Betty started her next shift the doctor had come in and told me I could eat pudding!!  The dietician was there and heard him say it so she went and got me some.  When I tell you Betty came back in and went ape shit seeing me eat the pudding.  The dietician was there and said I heard him tell her that!!  I don't think that women lets much get passed her.  I called Dennis and told him they were going to discharge me and I should be ready about noon.  He hadn't been there long when they showed up asking if I was ready for my wheelchair.  They didn't even give Dennis time to go get the car.  Easy peasy. 

Recovery has been fine.  I am still on soft food but I swear to all things holy my body is starting to bleed protein shakes and pudding.  It is going to be a long time before I eat pudding again after this.  My all time low was 87 pounds but when I weighed this morning it was 102.  Not sure how much of that is real and how much is inflammation.  I have probably been more cognizant about getting calories in for recovery so it might be real?  I don't feel like I look like my skin is melting anymore.  Now I just need not freak when the scale does start to move up.  My therapist and I are already exploring that.  

Obviously there hasn’t been much going on. Weather has been the El Niño to el Nina or vis versa that wrecks havoc with the atmosphere.  We are really close to flooding events.  Lots of parks closing.  Luckily we have only had some noisy storms, nothing serious.  I may wish I had bought a boat instead of a car.  I have had some. Extra time to plan the next NYC adventure.  HMF says she is really excited.  I bought the tickets to see the Outsiders but I think we are going to wait until we get there and try rush or TKTS and roll the dice.  Our hotel is close to Rockefeller Center so we will do top of the rock at one point.  I also want to see the Statue of Liberty cruise/ferry.  I am really not as worried about it as I was with my sister.  HMF and I have traveled together many times when we ran so it will be good.

Speaking of, my sister, Barbie had bought tickets for a fund raising event before the surgery date was set and I was feeling well enough to go, so Thursday I met her at the ‘Raise the Woof’ gala.  They had shredded chicken and brisket and I might have eaten a little bit.  We got drink tickets but I gave them to Barbie because I thought wine or Tito’s spiked lemonade might be a bit much.  I told her Barbie that I was going to have them make a lemonade and have the bartender run the glass of vodka under my nose so I could get the spike lemonade experience.  My sister is not one for moderation so she probably would have drank anyway.  My competitive side came out on the silent auction.   There was a session with an animal communicator and we decided I had to have that for Bailey.  No one had bid on it but for some reason that bitch Sarah outbid me.  The war was on.  I swear she tried to outbid me on everything and I took it personally.  I ended up with the session, a spa gift certificate (which I didn’t even want but that bitch Sarah bid on it so I had to) and a sweet little hand painted tile that no one bid on and I felt sorry for.  Barbie got a bike, lol.  

I’m not sure she really even wanted it but it was way underbid.  It’s some fold up commuter bike that’s big in Japan.  As much as she swears she really didn’t want it she sure looks proud.  Luckily her husband was coming to pick her up so he was able to help her get it home as I am helpless.  It was a fun night and it gave me a chance to get out of the house after a week of house arrest.  I didn’t get many pictures as I spent a lot of the time there sitting on the little couch they had in the back.  That and showing that bitch Sarah what happens when you fafo.

That was pretty much the highlight of the week.  

On my way back from DC my iPad was doing funky things so I called my Verizon friend.  My iPad was pretty old and had very limited storage so he upgraded me to a 10 and I spent the weekend playing with it and setting it up.  I have to wipe the old one and run it back to the store so I can get the trade in credit even though it is barely functioning.  Even trying to transfer the stuff it kept scrolling through the app icons so t was in a doom scroll.  I hope I can get it to a point where I can at least see if there is anything I want to keep.  I don’t use it much when I am home but I do use it when I travel.  

I go back to the doctor on Thursday and I hope he clears me to eat like a normal person because we have plans to take the moms out for Mother’s Day lunch.  I am desperate for something to chew!!