Post Op
So, surgery, is over. Done. I am fixed. But far from healed. To be frank, it hurts like a son of a bitch. I’ve got my pain meds, my antibiotics …
So, surgery, is over. Done. I am fixed. But far from healed. To be frank, it hurts like a son of a bitch. I’ve got my pain meds, my antibiotics …
Well, we’re up and on our way to the hospital for surgery. I’ve left my mother every list imaginable for Pookah. I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but the little …
Well, here are my random thoughts for this week: Real Housewives of Atlanta. Guuuuuurrrrrrl! Where to start? Why did everyone want to tell Cynthia not to marry her man? Why …
I lost nothing. Still the same. Sigh. I didn’t do anything that I was supposed to last week. It was a bad/busy week. I want to say I’ll do better …
Pookah has gotten really really adventurous. His boyishness(is that a word?) is really coming out. So, I’ve had to put a gate up at the bottom of the steps, because …