No one cares!
Get over it!
Oh boo hoo!
Want some cheese to go with that whine?
No that isn't what I've been told but its what I do feel about the whole long cycle.
Yesterday I was at the Glad To Be Alive party that my husband's cousins throw each year. As each year passes more of us join the ranks of near death, omg surgery episodes, battles with cancer, and life long illness. But I think that can be said for most families when one stops to think about it.
I think I ate too much salty food yesterday at the party because I got on the scale this morning and found out I gained 3.4 pounds. Yeah that much. I bloat easily. Fun part is going to be explaining to the nurse at the RE office on Tuesday when she weighs me in. I just had a conversation with her on Friday, when she called to thank me for the cookies, about my well being. I bragged about my weight loss. I guess I spoke too soon.
I'm still getting sharp pelvic pain late in the day. Yesterday the pain stopped me mid conversation and I felt the blood drain out of my face. So I know something isn't right in China (Army Wives reference to season 1 I think when the wives were discussing sex and their lady bits names). Maybe another cyst is preventing my flow? CD 80 is just crazy.
J is driving me batty today. His surgery is scheduled for Tuesday. So since I'd like to keep my sanity for a while longer I asked him if he want to go to the shotgun range today with his friend J. He left just minutes ago. Ah...peace and quiet at last. I might not have to divorce him after all. Seriously he is grating on my nerves. He is acting like the only man to ever have to go through a surgical procedure. I realize that he has never had surgery before and he is nervous. Of course you folks know that I understand his nervousness quite well since I just had surgery last month. But I didn't try to drive him batty. Right now I wish we lived near his mom so that she could either baby him to his approval or tell him to suck it up. My mom would just tell me to suck up the pain and I usually do which gets me into more trouble than not with my medical issues.
So Tuesday is the day I'll find out more of what is going on in the life of me, a simple Army wife for the RE appointment and J's outlook for a recovery. Well okay with any luck I'll find out more if I ask the right questions and bug the medical professionals for the answers. But if you would, keep my husband in your thoughts and prayers for a good surgical outcome.