One month down. One month without all of my lady parts. One month of not knowing what the hell is going on with my own body. One month of YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. So many people have and continue to ask how things are going post hysterectomy, so here is your run down. First two weeks post op, I definitely had pain, but nothing like people had described in person and online. Of course the Percocet helped with that, though only for the first few days. Two week followup appointment and everything was going great. Two weeks and 1 day post op and the hell began. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden I was in pain like you wouldn't believe. I went back to not being able to stand up straight, anything involving the bathroom led to screaming pain, I wasn't sleeping, hot flashes OH MY. I called the doctor the next day and I was advised to go to the ER for a scan, but anyone who knows me knows that I'm stubborn and didn't go. Two weeks and 3 days lat...
So the rule of thumb is NOT to cuss/swear in front of your kids, right? Here is the problem - I feel like I should have been a sailor with some of the words that come out of my mouth. I'm not supposed to cuss at work because I'm a professional and I'm not supposed to cuss at home because I'm a mom so what does that leave me? I'll tell you what happens - I have approximately 40 minutes of drive time each afternoon and the hours I'm awake and my kids are asleep to get every pent up cuss word out of my mouth before I combust. Please take pity on my friends and husband - I'm like a loose cannon when it comes to my word choices and honestly, I have some friends who prefer not to hear my sailor mouth and if they cal l or text when I'm on one of my rants - I don't answer because I know I don't want to control myself. So here is my question - how do kids know which words are bad words and which aren't? At no time did I go through my dictionary of...
Our hearts are heavy today as we mourn the loss of Grant's grandmother, Bubba. He is hurting and there isn't anything that I can do to fix it. It's uncharted territory for me not to be able to fix something broken. At work if there is a problem, I fix it. Faucet at home is dripping, I fix it. The girls break something, I fix it. This however, I can not fix. I sent extra texts today, I took him to lunch in which we had no appetite, I picked the girls up early to tell them about Bubba, we distracted ourselves with lots of outside activities, I made dinner, but I still can't fix it. I've learned in the past few years that I'm not the emotionally supportive one in the family and with my friends, I am the doer. I am the person you can count on to do your errands, pick up and entertain your kiddos, I'll even clean up after you when your water breaks (no names listed), but somehow over the years I have stopped being the emotionally strong one. I don't know ...
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