I can't decide if it's rushing really fast or if it's just hanging there, being scary.
Tomorrow at noon is when I'm scheduled.
Breathing is a good idea.
Good thinks welcome.
*gulp*
I have the *best* mom. I know, I know, *your* mom is cool, too, but mine is absolutely without a doubt the best mom I could ever has asked for... for me.
My mom turned 40 the May after I was born (in January). I'm 41 now, myself, and can't imagine being up to taking care of an infant, at this age. Apparently they (the doctors) didn't think my parents would be able to have a second child - they (my parents) are rH incompatible and that made things very difficult at the time (no rhogam injections yet). I was born pretty jaundiced (hey, do you think that affected my point of view?), but thank to the bili lights, I made it and went on to make life difficult for others. It only seemed fair.
She taught me things. "Mom, why do hijakers always make planes go to Cuba?" "For the beaches, dear."
She took care of me, and she let me go. I wasn't an easy person to raise. I imagine her life got a lot quieter when I flew the coop.
She gave me a lot of the stuff that makes me who I am, not just the genetics, but the ... me-ness of the person I am. My attitude. People who have met my parents have said to me after, "Now I get it. Now you make a little sense."
We live too far apart.
I called my mom today. I don't call her often enough.
I see something good in the veneration of those older than yourselves... it's a reflection of the veneration I have for my parents. Not just my mom... but today is her day.
Hi, Mom. I love you.
Consider yourself hugged.
Love,
Your Wayward Daughter
My GP is very cool. Those of you who find anatomy and related things to be “gross and not cool” should not read this bit. I learned something interesting when we went for my pre-op physical. It’s been a puzzlement to me – where is my back pain coming from? In specific, what is the cause of those really sharp, localized, excruciating jabs of pain? They come unpredictably, are related to small movements, and are so strong they make me gasp out loud. I asked my doctor. L5 and S1 are beginning to fuse; they do that by sending out little arms of bone towards each other, like stalagmites and stalactites. Those pains are me causing those arms of bone to break. No *wonder* it hurts so damn much.
I realized that I’m getting *really* cranky (oh so really very cranky) when I’m in pain, and so I am going to be taking pain meds pretty much whenever I’m at home. I’d rather be a little woozy than mad at my husband for no good reason.
What this means to you - probably don't expect to hear much from me, since I'll be sleeping. Sorry.
May 30th is the surgery, I'll be in the hospital for four days. After that I'll be at home for six to eight weeks. What this means to you - by the middle of June I'll be phoning *everyone* - bored out of my gourd! :o)
*hugs* careful ones.
Why have there been no good bumper stickers for *ever*?