So, I’m twelve days post-hysterectomy and having all kinds of fun. 🙄🤢☹️
My doctor told me I’d be hospitalized 48 hours. I said 24. Working in a hospital means I want to spend as little time there as a patient as humanly possible. As luck would have it, my doc was easy to please and all it took to get me sprung was a little crop dusting of the hallways and *boom* I got to go home. Yay me.
I prepared for surgery by cutting out a few small projects I could work on during my recovery. I certainly wasn’t going to waste any time by cleaning the house! Haha, the joke’s on me because there’s been just enough energy to get from the bed to the recliner and back again. Sigh. I so miss Lenny the Featherweight.
My mom, bless her, sprung me one day and we and our friend, Marilyn, made a trip to Simply Fabrics. Hallelujah for a change of scenery!
I did get the yellow squares cut out for En Provence. Isn’t this the most gorgeous fabric?! And yes, I know it isn’t all yellow, but it just went so well with my other fabrics. As a side note, I don’t recommend wielding a rotary cutter while on pain killers. Not my smartest move and, yes, I still have all my digits.
Prior to surgery, I had horrible thoughts of dying and leaving my family behind. Who’d be around to nag them? And I made Himself promise and swear to find a woman who was good as gold to the kids. Not to mention my fabric stash. Can you believe I made arrangements for its dispersal in the event? Yep, I did. Now I’m worried I’ll die of boredom and wind up on an episode of Hoarders. Welcome to how my mind works.
I’ve done a little handwork. It’s been ages since I’ve cross stitched. When did manufacturers start making those charts so stinking small?!
The dachshund and I have become a dynamic duo of sorts. She’s my mammalian hot water bottle and my midnight TV watching buddy.
We have a routine, we two. Daytime viewing is Matlock, Columbo, and Law and Order: Criminal Intent. Nighttime is Murder, She Wrote and whatever happens to be on the Hallmark movie channel. All of which are punctuated by those ‘as seen on TV’ commercials. Not to mention the weight loss ads. I’ve never been so sick of seeing Marie Osmond and Oprah in my life. By all means, just eat a damn chip already!! And then there’s the ‘miracle water’ some TV preacher is hawking. He looks like a constipated car salesman. This isn’t your calling, darling; go find something else to do. I am, however, on the verge of buying the red copper square dance pan and miracle bamboo cushion. I could sit on my bum while dinner burns to a crisp in my new non-stick pan. Woohoo! And don’t get me started on commercials narrated by folks with accents. I’m all set to buy a lifetime supply of Tena pads just because of the British accent. Yeah, I’m that easy. Or drugged. Sad.
All in all, it’s not been too bad. Except for the exhaustion and the stomach virus I’ve been hosting for two days. Yay. 🤢. Fingers crossed I can actually sit at my machine again sometime soon.