Good News From The Doctor!

I saw two doctors today actually. The first was the neurosurgeon. He said my x-rays looked fantastic and I should only have one more follow-up in 6 weeks. No physical therapy at this point but he did suggest I start going to a gym and use an elliptical and a recumbent bike, no treadmill.

We talked about the neuropathy in my toes. He wasn’t very concerned it would last but sent me to my pain doctor to handle the medication.

The pain guy is upstairs from the neurosurgeon so I walked up to make an appointment. Oh yes, I walked up some stairs, easily! As luck would have it they said they could fit me in within 15 minutes. It ended up being closer to thirty but I didn’t mind.

This doctor also wasn’t overly concerned about the neuropathy. He felt that it would probably last somewhere between 6-12 more weeks then work itself out. If I notice a difference I can wean myself off the pills and see if the pain comes back. I was happy to hear it. I was so worried this would be a permanent thing. Of course, it could be, but it’s unlikely so I’m hopeful.

Also, both doctors noticed I’d lost weight. One said repeatedly I looked good and the other was visibly shocked when he walked in the room and blurted “You look thinner!” It’s never bad for the ego when things like this happen.

So back to the part about going to the gym. My plan is to drag my husband to Planet Fitness on Friday and sign up. There is a physical trainer who can help me set up a workout program that works without devastating my back. I’m not looking forward to the sweat but I’m excited about starting down the road to being more fit. Ugh, did I mention I have to use the elliptical? Those first few workouts will not be fun. However, I am thoroughly a creature of habit. If I go on the same days every week and more important, the same times, I’ll get to where I do it without thinking about it.

Also I finally paid for Pandora One. Music has a powerful effect on me. If I can get a good workout station figured out, it will help greatly in getting me to work out regularly. Oh and I was thinking about getting some audible books. We’ll see how that goes. There is one more important thing I know will make it easier for me to develop this longed for habit. Planet Fitness is directly across the street from my daughter’s school. I will have no excuses. Maybe I’ll workout then go write before going home each time.

I’ll post an update on how it goes on Friday. I plan to pay and then get to work. Hope my husband is ready for it since I didn’t mention that part when I told him I wanted to sign up soon.

It occurs to me this will be hard because of the recent surgery but it will be easier than the last time I tried to work out because back then, no we won’t talk about how long ago, I was majorly addicted to Dr. Pepper. I drank that stuff all day, every day. Now I only drink water, tea, fruit juice and an occasional Coke, which sadly (I’ll be thankful later) is beginning to taste gross. I also eat better. So I really have to content with being careful and building up endurance instead of my own bad choices.

Wish me luck. I know luck isn’t going to make me do this but I’ll take all advantages I can get!

Update 3/21/2016

I’m starting to feel a bit better but it’s still been rough. I’m not taking pain meds as often as I was so I’m less foggy but I’m still taking some so I’m not really able to concentrate as much as I’d like.

For the life of me, I can’t understand how people get addicted to pain pills. I hate this feeling. I would rather be in complete control of myself and BE myself than this weird floaty, barely me B.S. If I could throw away this medication today and be able to function I would.

Eating is still a problem but I’ve managed to find a few foods I can use as a go-to when I can’t eat anything else. Pecans, Gardhettos, tortillas and Pringle’s sticks. I can also eat half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and at least one piece of toast with a tiny bit of butter on it. I can eat real food, just not every time I try. For the first time a couple of days ago, ranch dressing sounded disgusting to me so I didn’t eat my typical grilled chicken salad. Instead I had a sandwich. I’m such a creature of habit that I thought my head would explode from the change, haha.

As I cut back on the medications, I’ll be able to eat more normally. As it is, I’ve lost a lot of weight. Normally I’d be happy but not when it’s in such an unhealthy way.

When it comes to pain, everything seems to be changing. I’m less sore when I am sitting up, either in a desk chair or recliner. However, when I lay down, I find it hurts more than previously when I try to get comfortable. Because of this I think my body decided it would be better if I fall asleep every time I am on the bed. I’m not a daytime nap person so it irritates me to no end when I fall asleep unexpectedly. I can’t sit in a chair all day so it’s inevitable  I nap every day, at least once.

This morning I fell asleep for about an hour but normally it’s only a 15-20 minute power nap that is forced on me. I shouldn’t complain since it’s clearly what my body needs but I will anyway.

As for writing, nope. I have been thinking about the story idea I had last week but I haven’t written anything down yet. I still can’t read books (yet another reason I want off of pain pills), and even short stories are beyond me for now. Maybe I’ll try to search out some really short flash fiction today and see how I do. I miss fiction!

I’ve only gotten out of the house a few times so I haven’t taken any photos either. Being housebound sucks. A lot. I was so desperate to get out of here last week that I went to Sam’s with my husband and drove one of those scooter/cart things. I didn’t crash into anything or run anyone over! Then yesterday we needed to go there again and I was able to walk. I was so happy. I was also worn out but it was worth it.

So all in all, I’m getting better but I’m still not really me yet. I have to take two different pain medications, alternating. I’ve managed to cut out one of the morning pills, which is why I can function long enough to write updates. My goal for this week is to cut out another dosage. This is the really strong, mess me up, I hate it medication so I want it gone! Perhaps my next update will be better and less all over the place if I can get off that med.

My other goal is to get outside and walk around a bit. Even just to the end of the block. I live in the middle of it so it’s not too far and will help with the cabin fever.

One last goal/dream. If I’m lucky I’ll be able to write something this week. If I do, even if it’s bad, I’ll post it. Fingers crossed!


Overdue Update 3/14/2016

I’m doing okay since my surgery. Recovery has been slow but steady. I knew going in I would be extremely sore the first couple of weeks but wow, this hurts! I suppose it makes sense because I have a large incision, screws and a rod were put into my spine and there was bone ground away. Still, it’s not pleasant.

On a good note, this pain is completely different from what I’ve been going through for the past year. It’s clearly all surgery related so I feel like it worked. I just have to get past the recovery. The doctor told me after the first couple of weeks I would start seeing improvement at a faster rate. So hopefully I’ll have a happier update next week!

No writing has been accomplished during this time. I haven’t even been able to read much. My mother told me the reading thing happened to her after surgery and it took her quite a while to get back to normal.

I’ve had a few writing ideas so maybe I’ll be able to get something on paper soon. I’m not going to push myself though. I can’t sit at the computer for very long but it’s getting better.

So what have I been doing with my time? Nothing useful. I play a lot of solitaire when on the computer and some puzzle games on the tablet when I have to lay down. I’ve caught up on all the shows I watch by myself. When my husband is home we watch Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. We are on a mission to watch all the Star Trek shows, except Enterprise. We’re on season 6 of DS9 and normally watch two episodes a day. We watched more like 4-5 my first few days home from the hospital though. We’ll start on Voyager soonish. I’m not so sure he’ll enjoy it but I mostly liked it, even with the silliness.

The only other thing I’ve done since I got home was watch a whole lot of news when my mom stayed with me during the days for half a week. I’m not really into politics. I keep up but I don’t watch a lot of stuff about it. I mostly get my news online. However, my mom loves news programs and I don’t normally watch TV in the afternoons. So I handed her the remote and a channel guide and told her she was in charge. I didn’t mind watching and learned a lot. I still won’t watch those shows on my own but it was a nice change of pace.

As for goals, I have a list I hope to check off as soon as possible:

  • Read. I can read tidbits online but I want to read stories again.
  • Write. This is always a goal but I hope I can get back to a daily regime, or even close to daily.
  • Photography. I miss it!
  • Cook dinner. I haven’t been able to cook dinner by myself in months. This is also probably one of my kids’ goals for me.
  • Play World of Warcraft and Diablo 3 again. The way I have to sit in my chair to play these games is impossible for me right now.
  • Put on socks easily. I can do it, but it’s difficult.
  • Eat properly. I eat, but for some reason I get nauseated with every meal.
  • Drink water without feeling sick. As with eating, drinking water makes me nauseated. I’ve been eating a lot of ice to keep hydrated.
  • Go to Sam’s without having to use one of those scooter cart things. I used one for the first time ever on Sunday because I was determined to get out of the house and help with the shopping. I’ll admit it was a little fun but I don’t like having to use it. We were finished quickly because the cart moved faster than I was able to walk the last few months.
  • Pick up things. I’ve developed this tendency to drop stuff now that I can’t pick it up! My mom gave me a long-handled grabber but it doesn’t work on everything.
  • Get off of pain pills! I hate taking them and can’t wait to stop.
  • Pet my dogs. Unless I sit on the edge of the bed and convince them to get up on their hind legs and lean on me, which they hate, I can’t pet them at all.
  • Drive. My doctor told me to use common sense when deciding to drive again. I know it will be at least a couple of more weeks.
  • Get my own ice. Since I can’t bend and we have a bottom freezer I can’t do this. We have an ice maker in the top but it mysteriously stopped working.
  • Work out. Since about a month, maybe two, before surgery I’ve lost a lot of weight. I can’t eat as much as I should because of the pain pills making me sick. It sucks to lose weight in an unhealthy manner but I hope to take advantage of it when I can finally get into a gym.

There are many more things I want to do but the list is long enough for now! I’m feeling a little better every day so I’ll be able to post more often soon. Also, I realized it is not a story, but I was able to write this post without having to struggle too much. I’m calling it progress!


Today Is Surgery Day!

Somehow the picture describes how I feel right now about surgery. I’m nervous but hopeful. I’ve said that with each update but it’s more true now than ever.

Like the hallway, it’s been a long road to get here and once I reach the end it’s not really the end. I’m told my recovery will be short but painful. It’s not guaranteed to fix everything but any small amount of my regular pain going away is welcome.

I’m supposed to be at the hospital at 7:30 am but I’m one of those people that would rather be thirty minutes early than thirty seconds late so we’ll probably get there closer to 7:00. I should make myself wait until that time to leave the house since it’s only a 10-15 minute drive though.

There is a potential problem that has me very concerned. On Friday around 4:00 pm, a woman from the hospital called me and told me my insurance hadn’t given an approval yet. She said if the approval didn’t come through by the end of the day there could be a delay on Monday morning and she just wanted to give me a heads up. My heart dropped. My insurance has had almost two weeks to get their job done. My imagination went crazy. Would they not approve the surgery? If they did, would it be in time? What the hell was their problem?

So I did what any smart person would do and I called my mom. She worked in Human Resources for years and years so I knew she could tell me what to do. She told me to call the insurance and be really nice and ask them to speed up. Those were not her exact words of course. I hung up with her and called. I reached a really nice lady from the east coast who I attempted to use my southern charm on to get her to help me. It worked, at least as much as it could. She changed the priority on my paperwork to ‘high’ and put a note on the account saying the doctor might cancel my surgery if I didn’t get a determination that day.

I won’t know until I get to admitting if it went through but I feel like I did everything I possibly could to make it happen (thanks mom).

My doctor said I should be in the hospital for two nights. I’m not taking my laptop so I probably won’t be posting an update until I get home. Well, I will have my phone so who knows, I’ve written posts from the hospital before. You might hear from me sooner than I think. Even if you don’t hear from me for a week or so, I’ll be lurking around reading everyone else’s blog.

Wish me luck! I’ll be back as soon as I can.


It’s less than a week until my surgery. As it gets closer I find myself both more nervous and more excited. The excitement is because I’m taking a step towards getting better. I’m nervous because this step is not only a little dangerous but also will be painful. Swapping one kind of pain for another is not going to be fun but it will be worth it.

I keep going back and forth about what to take to the hospital. My list was shortened considerably when I found out I’d probably only be there two nights. I’m not taking my laptop but I am taking a spiral in case my muse shows up. I thought I might work on one of my classes but I don’t see it happening. Besides, I’m not sure I would feel comfortable taking any electronic devices to the hospital. Especially after signing the forms stating it’s not their fault if someone steals my stuff.

I’ll bring a book but who knows if I’ll be able to read since I’ll be on a lot of meds. There are a lot of unread magazines floating around my house I can bring. Perhaps I can read short pieces if the book is too much.

I bought an adult coloring book in case I get really bored and can’t do anything else. I got one with animals but I was tempted by the ones with curse words because they amused me. However, even though I’m an adult, my mother will be there and I don’t want to have anything like that around her. She would probably laugh but that’s not the point. There are simply things one doesn’t do around one’s mother.

My phone has no music on it but I’ll bring my earbuds anyway. If the wi-fi in the hospital is decent I can listen to Amazon Music or Pandora.

As for a writing update, I’ve written one piece of flash fiction and most of another. The first one was following an writing exercise and needs editing. The other, well I don’t know where it came from or how it will end. I sat down and started writing. By the time I stopped there were 314 words and I didn’t have a clue where I was going with it. It’s about a woman who lets her brother and his two children move in with her after her sister-in-law passes away. Someone starts stealing her stuff and…I have no idea what happens next. I need to think about it for a while.

I don’t normally write this way. Usually I at least have a sense of where I’m going. It’s not unusual for me to be surprised where I end up but this one is different. Going off plan is not the same as not having a plan. Once upon a time I was a ‘pantser’ but not anymore.I have a few ideas for other stories but those may have to wait until after surgery.

Last week I said I was going to go out and take as many pictures as I could between then and surgery. I didn’t. Pain won. Today I feel okay and might have gone out but it’s wet and cold so I’ll pass.

As for reading, I finished the first book in the Riftwar Saga by Raymond E. Feist. I love this series and I’m glad I picked it up again. I reread books often but this is the first time on this one. It’s been long enough since the first time that I don’t automatically remember every detail so it’s almost like reading it for the first time. I do recall a few things as they come up though and it makes me look forward to what’s coming.

There probably won’t be any new updates until the end of next week, assuming I’m up to it. Write Anything Wednesday and the Saturday Six Minute Challenge will still be up on their respective days. I’m working on an article about writer’s block and I’ll post it if I’m finished before my surgery.

Take care and wish me luck!



A Happy Medical Update

I will definitely be having surgery on my back. The bad news is I’m going to be extremely sore for at least two weeks afterwards. The good news is it will be worth it!

The surgery will be on February 29th. I was surprised when they said that date. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly. My mother said I’d have to celebrate my surgery anniversary on a different day and I said “or only every 4 years!” I may have laughed a little too hard at that in my relieved/overwhelmed state but she’s been through this so she understood.

My surgeon said it will be minimally invasive and I should only have to be in the hospital for two nights. I almost jumped for joy. When my mom had a similar surgery she had to stay longer and had a long recovery time. The difference is she had to have the rods and screws on both sides of her spine and I only require them on one side. The doctor says it means a shorter recovery time normally. I’ll set off all the metal detectors I encounter.

When I asked how long I would not be allowed to drive, I expected him to say 6-8 weeks. Instead he said (and this is Not a direct quote): Basically don’t be stupid. What he really told me was to listen to my body and to use common sense.

I found out the disk is now bulging more than when I first had an MRI (back in June or July). The surgeon called it an “impressive” amount. I translated that to mean I had the right to feel sorry for myself the last few weeks when my pain got worse. Obviously I knew I was in more pain but now I feel validated, haha.

The most surprising thing today was I didn’t cry. I truly thought I would, no matter what I was told. I figured even if it were tears of relief it would happen. The tissue never came out of the bag, but if I hadn’t been prepared I probably would have bawled like a broken-hearted teenager.

I’m nervous as can be but I’m looking forward to all this as well. It might not fix everything but it will help with at least one thing and that’s a vast improvement. I’ll post an update after the surgery as soon as I can.

I don’t know if I’ll be doing any writing during the week of my surgery but I have high hopes for the rest of my recovery time. I’ll try not to only write stories about hospitals, surgery and doctors!

Tiny Medical Update

The discogram went well, if extremely painful. I have an appointment set up with the surgeon on the 16th to discuss the results and find out if I’m going to have surgery. At this point I hope I DO end up having surgery since the pain keeps getting worse. I’ll post an update after I find out more.

Anatomy Of An Odd/Bad Day

Today sucked, then it didn’t, but it still does. Sound odd? It definitely was/is. The day started with me waking up early after a sleeping terribly. I was in a lot of pain, the kind I knew wouldn’t be helped by the pain meds I am on. Ironically, it was a good thing because I had a doctor appointment and I had no problem showing him exactly where it hurt.

I took my daughter to school and had an hour to kill so I went to a coffee shop where I defiantly drank tea and worked on my revision. My concentration was off though so I didn’t get much accomplished. I switched gears and worked on plotting my witch story. That went well but I couldn’t concentrate on it for very long either. So I stared into space and imagined what my muse must be doing. She was hiding in a corner sucking her thumb. At that ridiculous thought my logical side took over and I was forced to acknowledge I was worried about my upcoming doctor visit.

There were only a few possible outcomes. One, I would be told I needed another injection. Two, a change of medication. Or three, talk of surgery.

As it turned out, all of those things happened. First, they changed my medication for something stronger. It’s not a narcotic pain reliever, which I can’t take, but it’s close. I’m a little nervous about it but I’m going to do what the doctor tells me to.

Second (and third), I was told I need to have a pain inducing procedure called a discogram. Basically they are going to stick needles in my back, inject a dye into the discs and put pressure on them to recreate my pain to determine exactly which discs are the problem one(s).  They they pump me full of pain relieving stuff and send me to get a CT scan.

The intention is to prepare for surgery. The chances of me not having surgery at this point are slim to none. Spinal fusion surgery. I recently watched my mother go through the same surgery and have a bit of an idea what to expect. As you can imagine my day was going downhill. I almost cried at the doctor’s office, which is weird for me. I never cry in public, ever. My husband called as I was leaving and I almost cried again but luckily was in the car.

I didn’t want to go home because I didn’t want to be upset in front of my kids so I stopped and got lunch at a grocery store that has a good deli inside it. Big mistake. One thing I’m bad at is hiding my emotions. My face betrays me regularly without me realizing it. I got a few odd looks from people passing me as I made my way to the food counter so I knew what I must look like. Since I couldn’t seem to control it I kept my head down while I waited in line.

A little old lady in front of me got my attention and smiled at me. I half smiled back and went back to analyzing my shoes.  The lady didn’t give up though.

“They have really good food here.”

I was so surprised I stared at her for a while. She had the most patient smile I’d ever seen, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Oh, I know. I came across town to eat here.” What? I had no clue why I told her that! The lady behind the counter, who’d overheard, said “Aw, that’s good to hear. It means a lot to us.” She had to the nerve to smile too! It was a conspiracy.

The elderly lady got her food and started walking away. She turned back and told me to have a good day. She looked like she wanted to say more but just smiled at me again and nodded at the cashier before leaving.

This was a typical kind of occurrence here in west Texas. Nothing special or unusual about it, except she made me feel better. Which I think was her intention. Her simple kindness almost made me cry but I’d rather tear up about that then weep like a child about my fear of surgery in public!

I got my food and noticed everyone I passed smiled at me so I must have lost the upset expression I brought in with me. I ate my lunch and went and bought my dogs some new toys because I knew they would be happy and it would cheer me up. Then I headed home and called my mom. She was nice enough to let me vent about the medical junk. She’s been through it all, some of it very recently, so she knew exactly what I was feeling.

Unfortunately when I got off the phone the sad/upset part hit me in the face again. I still can’t concentrate on my writing projects. Hell, you don’t even want to know how long it took me to write this post! I’ll keep trying though. Work will help me get through this but I don’t know how much I’ll be able to accomplish for the next few days with this change in medication. Some of the side effects are drowsiness, dizziness, and memory loss/issues. Fun. The doctor told me to take it at night the first time since it will definitely make me sleepy at first. If it does I won’t complain about real sleep! Maybe I’d better go do the laundry before the memory issues though.

So that’s my roller coaster day, so far. I’ll probably feel sorry for myself for a couple more hours today then on and off over the next few days. I’m the type who can’t stand negativity for very long so I’ll be fine soon.

Hopefully the day will get better fast. I have chocolate, Oreo Thins, and Smarties and I can binge watch Orphan Black so it kind of has to improve.

Sidenote: There is a YouTube channel I subscribe to that shows animal rescues called Hope For Paws. A notification popped up on my phone saying there is a new video. I clicked it but had to close it before it started. Since I almost cried at least three times today I know I better not watch it or I will cry this time.


The Great Vacation Disaster of 2015

Well I survived my hellish vacation. When we pulled into the driveway at home yesterday afternoon I was so happy I almost cried. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all bad. It great to spend time with my husband’s family and the beach wasn’t as awful as I thought it would be (pale skin and beach don’t mix well).

The drive halfway across the country to get there wasn’t fun since I’m still dealing with back problems but it could have been worse. The beach house we stayed in with Justin’s family was so awful it became comical after a while but it had comfortable beds so that was fine.

I had four days of hot sand, cold water and relaxation before it all went downhill. It started with a trip to the boardwalk. I had specific goals since walking for long periods of time was painful. I wanted to go to the large surf shop to buy my youngest daughter a hoodie to replace the one she got there last year (and wore every day – including in the summer), a place that has awesome caramel corn, a Christmas ornament store (always looking for dragons) and Shriver’s to get fudge and taffy. We managed to get to all the above and I found a little shop with dragon goodies. I bought a cute little box that looked like two books stacked and a dragon ripping itself out of the one on top.

A few minutes before finishing up my shopping the pain started. Every part of my abdomen and my back felt like it had been smashed together. Not something one feels everyday but I assumed it was really my back with pain radiating out because of all the walking. We parked a few blocks away and by the time I got to the car I was hurting more than I ever had and I was becoming aware that I was feeling two different kinds of pain. One was my back, which was bad, but the other felt like it was my stomach. I remember thinking maybe I had food poisoning from dinner or something. We made it home and went to bed soon after.

After sleeping for about an hour I woke up thinking I was going to be sick but I didn’t actually throw up. This started a once an hour, sometimes more, pattern for the night. I never really went back to sleep because the pain. In the morning my ‘stomach’ hurt so much I could hardly stand it but I was convinced I’d eaten something bad. I told my husband to walk down to the beach and enjoy spending time with his parents. He didn’t want to go but I finally convinced him. I figured once I actually threw up everything would be fine. HA!

I stayed in bed but couldn’t get comfortable. I was unable to play on my phone or computer. I couldn’t sleep. Hell I couldn’t even read. Finally I got nervous and went to webmd. It wasn’t helpful because my symptoms pointed to too many problems, however, after answering three questions in a row that made a red alert message telling me to go to the ER I got really scared. I called a nurseline from back home and told the woman who answered my symptoms. She asked me several questions and then in the calmest voice I’ve ever heard told me that everything she seeing on her computer is saying I should go to the hospital. She added: “You should go now.” I sent a text to my husband and started looking for clothes because I didn’t want to go in with pajamas on. When I realized how stupid it was to even think about that I noticed my husband hadn’t answered so I called him. I don’t remember what I said but I heard from my mother-in-law that Justin dropped everything and ran. He was definitely out of breath when he got to me.

We had a hard time finding a real hospital but managed to get to one within a half an hour or so. A doctor came in and poked my belly, which caused a dramatic reaction. Until that point I hadn’t considered appendix really, or at least I had refused to believe it. I had noticed that I didn’t feel any stomach pain by that point; I never really had, only rebound pain. I was in the emergency room for eight hours. They took lots of blood, gave me an IV (ouch) and did a CAT scan. A different doctor came in afterwards to tell me I had to have surgery and he was calling the surgeon immediately. Around 10:00 pm they took me into the operating room and I woke up maybe an hour later.

I only had to stay overnight. I was in a shared room, which was a totally new experience that I don’t want to repeat. After leaving the hospital we went back to the beach house for one night then drove three hours to my in-laws’ house. That part wasn’t fun but at least most of my recovery time was spent in more comfortable surroundings.

That week was awful. I was on two very strong antibiotics that made me nauseated constantly. Also Percocet made me feel horrid so I only took two half doses before stopping it entirely and relying on naproxen. Eating had the same effect so it was a vicious cycle. I barely ate at all and when I did I would spend thirty minutes trying not to get sick. I could only sit up for twenty minutes at a time and that didn’t happen often. Luckily I had to go upstairs to sleep and shower so I was forced to move around, which is good for recovery. If not for that I would have gladly spent every second on the couch.

We finally left for home on Wednesday. I was glad to spend the time with my in-laws but I was thrilled to go home. Having surgery so far from home and being forced to recover there was so hard. It doesn’t matter how much you love your family, when you’re hurt you want to be home and have your own stuff and your own bed.

The drive wasn’t too bad. I finished the antibiotics by the second day so nausea wasn’t too much of an issue. It was extremely difficult to get comfortable because I was contending with three incisions and the ever-present back pain but I was able to eat more or less normally. The first day I ate three-quarters of a six-inch sub and felt like I had won a marathon!

I slept better than I had for two weeks and I managed to keep my dogs from hurting me in their excitement to see us. The kids were happy too but they didn’t really know what to do so each one hugged me very gingerly and left me alone. We ordered pizza so we didn’t have to cook and I overdid it so I also had pizza for dinner last night (yay to no cooking).

I feel better now although I’m not completely recovered yet. I can’t press anything against my abdomen at all and have to be careful when lying down or getting up from the bed.

Hopefully I can get back to writing soon. I did have a few ideas on the way home. I got no work done during vacation so anything I write for now will be welcome. I managed to take a few photos, if they turned out decent I’ll post some soon.

Sidenote: Hearing my husband laugh out loud (which is rare) when I spotted some brown cows during the drive and yelled “HOW NOW?” was the best thing that happened on the whole trip! It’s a good thing it didn’t startle him too much. 😉