I am recooperating from my surgery at an undisclosed location in Billings, MT. Well, I can go ahead and disclose, I am at Mary’s and the girl is a natural born candy-striper. As we type here right now, there are cinnabon knock-off rolls rising on the counter! And last night she made hoison braised short ribs (from the Bitten Word, which I would link, but am too stoned to do so right now) and a white bean purree that I am going to start using as a base in my super healthy wraps for lunches! The night before the surgery, she made pad thai and a shrimp coconut soup. Like, to die, right?
Well, maybe not “to die”, since I was going under the knife the next day.
Speaking of under the knife….I guess I was a little surprised by just how much this was an actual surgery. Like, I wore a little hat and mormon-temple-esque booties, and had an IV, and couldn’t eat after midnight, and there was a big light in the operating room and a whole slew of doctors and nurses, and I was wheeled on the bed through hallways, and there was a canadian anesthesiologist, and a male nurse! I was super duper nervous the night before. But that morning, I just prayed while I was lying under the big lights and had the oxegyn masky-thing, and then when I woke up in the recovery unit, I immediatly (or still) was praying. Which I was a little surprised and delighted by. I even remember thinking, “thanksgiving”. haha, I’m a dork. But Jesus loves this dork.
I am also high as a kite!! Everyone wanted to talk afterwards and I was like, “Duuuuude. Just chill.” I talked to Allan, told him I hearted him, and that my phone was getting turned off. Then I just sorta floated around all day long. I drifted in and out of heavy sleep on the very mostest comfortable couch in the world, which I have made an offer on, cause I would like to move it to C-Town so I can enjoy it whenever! Anyways, I’m rambling. The point is, I’m on some good meds. And I was a stoner long enough that I can enjoy this pleasant little buzz. But now, that I’m all grown up, I’m smart enough not to drive. So, I won’t be venturing home this morning. God, I’d probably end up asleep on the side of the interstate.
AND….I have started on some estrogen pills, which I’m not sure what they are for, but after stonedly trying to read through the handouts and medlineplus.gov, I think what we’re doing here is trying to prepare the lining of my newly remodeled uterus for the implantation of babies!! Woo-hoo! I’m gonna confirm with Dr. Awesome at my followup appointment on…..ummm, I guess I need to find out when that is since I can’t have sexy times until I see him.
So, in summary: I am pleasantly stoned. My Ute has been remodeled and we are papering the walls. My culinary experiences this week have been devine. I miss my husband. My Mary rocks. And I am pleasantly stoned. Stoned.
P.S. I will do no proof-reading.
