People who follow me on Twitter and keep up with me on Facebook know that I've been recuperating from having gall bladder surgery. Fun right? Yeah... my belly button looks like it went thru a blender. Be jealous!
Of all the surgeries a person could have... gall bladder isn't the worst. It's certainly better than anything heart related... or of the transplant variety. They do it laparoscopically which means... they cut 4 little holes instead of one really big one. They stick a light and a camera in one hole (the belly button one... the reason why mine looks like it got hit with a pool cue repeatedly.) and the other instruments thru the other 3 that up under your rib cage on the right side. Don't worry, I'm not going to make you ill with pics. Just know that now I have cool scars that I will be rocking at the beach this summer and you probably don't... unless you also had this awesome surgery.
So, now I can say that I've had stitches. 12 of 'em. Yes. I am officially a bad ass.
That's right. I made it all the way through childhood without getting stitches. I've never broken a bone. I was a cautious kid... and I liked having my feet on the ground. What can I say? I'm boring like that.
So, I know that I already posted about how life was really busy (in a good way!) and that I haven't been posting as much lately because of that. But I missed posting for #SundayFunday last weekend and I figured that I ought to tell you why. I wasn't ditching you on purpose. I was just hopped up on pain medication and several hours into a gnarly movie marathon on the new TV that my husband bought in time for the Super Bowl. You might have been watching with me. I'm pretty sure you can see the screen from space.
You ought to be hearing/seeing more from me over the next few months. While I've been laid up a few very cool people invited me to guest post! That's always fun! I love making connections that way and I really dig introducing my readers to some cool people they might not have found on their own yet.
Know that I'm around... just loafing and waiting to get my super cool stitches out. And trying NOT to be attacked by those freakin' inflatable fish my brother sent the kids. I swear they have a magnet that sends them to my bedroom at night! I need a cage for the remote controlled sharks and clown fish!!