Every breath I take/The jailers are in bed hahahha(written 6/25 - 6/28)

I never know how long I can sit on my donut before having to roll onto the couch so we shall see how today goes.


Lets just say once again O'brien/Kelly law prevailed and I chose the path of most shit to follow. My surgery went well and everything seemed fine till they put me in my room and I really started to wake up. I can not express the pain I was having in any form or word. For those of you who have gone through child birth, without drugs, can maybe relate a small amount but even my first who gave me 22 stitches coming out was a day at the beach comparably. Frantic search ensued to find the right drug to stop said pain. After 3 hours, 3 pain killers, 2 or 3 different muscle relaxants later my sister called and said the only thing that ever helped stop her pain after her surgery was this certain drug which they instantly tried. I was fine for maybe 5 minutes and everyone had settled in to watch me the nurses had left the room and left Dave to watch me and remind me to breath. He asked me if I was okay and I didn't respond, he asked again, then he stood up only to find my lips had turned a pretty blueish purple to match my gown and I wasn't breathing. Of course what followed I can only relate second hand. I know I scared the shit out of a lot of people especially my husband. He saved me. He Is MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR. All I knew was that I got to spend the night in the nice new ICU room with my own personal nurse named Bob. The reality of the situation hit me the next day after the kids and my mother inlaw left from visiting and the nurse asked if I was okay. (an aside those nurses and staff on 2nd floor were beyond awesome), she was of course only 1 of 2 nurses covering our floor for the night and was very busy but she took the time to hold my hand while I fell apart. I am most died. OMG. Of course the A typical reaction to this began to flow that I had a lot of very special people in my life and I wasn't sure if I had said I love you to a few people before going into the hospital and never had lunch with Maria. Lets just say the next few days were spent on the phone with everybody I could get a hold of,if your reading this I don't have you phone #, and let them know how much I loved and appreciated them. Fast forward to Saturday. I was released from the hospital with the ability to pee like a boy. Someone made me laugh when they said to bad there isn't any snow so you can write your name in it and get the full benefit. Anyway, hugged and kissed animals and children and mother inlaw,have to write a whole blog on her, and settled in.

Here it is tuesday morning 6is in the morning and Dave and I have been home from the emergency room for about an hour. He is sleeping I am sneaking to sit and write to release some of the feeling sorry for myself pressure. I went into the the ED with chest pain thought I had thrown a clot in my lungs or was having a heart attack. Nope. Gall Bladder/Gall stone attack. I looked at this elderly doctor in the ED and said you have got to be fuckin kidding me. He smiled and said yep sorry here is an appt to see the surgeon on 7/3 to discuss further measures and eat a no fat diet until then. Nobody should be allowed to have this much fun in one week.

6/28/07 845am. Hope fully I can finish this blog and post it so I can move on.


Look out the duct tape will be engaged when the jailers arise I fear. Couldn't stop myself. Maybe they won;t notice and think gee someone stepped up and did some stuff.

I went out and visited the other jailed being poor Izzy. While sitting on the front porch visiting with friends she came out of the barn and was limping on Monday. I was pinned to the couch and the others went to investigate. Hahahaha silly jailers didn't tie the knots tight enough. They seem to have forgotten that these hoofed animals are my babies too!!!!! Vet came said to keep her in till they see what the xrays say which hopefully today we will hear so she, at least, can be released from her cage.

Oh and did i mention amid all the fun and exciting things going on around here my 15 yr old daughter decides to start making bad chooses so I am trying to get her in to speak with her old therapist, we go today at 1030am. This is where the duct tape they haven't used on me is going to come in handy.

So here I "sit" and wish I was some place else because maybe I would heal faster. I have to go I hear movement in the upper part of the house and have to get in the shower when my personal assistant arises to help me.

Once again I just keep repeating "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

(Please keep the families of the 5 high school girls from Fairport who died in your thoughts and prayers.)

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