Rev Gals Friday Five

What I am

1. Wearing: my nightgown and two surgical drains. Very fashionable.

2. Pondering: When will I ever get rid of these last surgical drains so I can wear real clothes? (btw, it hurts rather more than I expected to have surgical drains pulled out. I knew I was in trouble when the nurse told me to take a deep breath.) How long until I have a normal-looking right breast? How much more time am I going to have to take off to have the rest of the reconstruction? How are we going to pay to fix the car? How are we going to pay for my meds, now that they've been bumped up from tier 2 to tier 3? How am I going to get anything done when my MIL leaves tomorrow?

3. Reading: I think I have finished the entire Artemis Fowl series. I have to check Amazon. Someone lent them to me to keep me from being bored.

4. Dreaming: Of never going to work again and instead staying home and homeschooling my children, so that their natural curiousity will blossom, and DramaQueen will replace the lyrics to "I like big butts" with arias, or jazz, or something, and we will take wondeful, educational field trips that inspire them to learn yet more about whales, the ecology, Matisse, anything. The fact that DramaQueen's teacher makes up humerous names for the kids also makes me think I should jump ship--he call her Butsy. Yeah, charming. Oh, and there was the time he accidentally showed them a skit from SNL that featured three friends: the letters U, C, and K, who made a new friend, the letter F. The note back from the teacher said that she was the only one who "obviously knew what the word meant". Am I imagining it or was that snide?

5. Eating: A Reeses Peanut Butter Cup that I found on the bookshelf where I put it before I went to the hospital. And drinking coffee.

Almost time for my next valium and my arm mobility exericise.

I'm back, sort of

Well, here I am. I'm too tired to explain the ins and outs of the past week, so I refer you to my husband's blog www.stilljewish.blogspot.com. Hardly any pain, but I feel like an octopus with drains pinned on my nightclothes. Not very pleasant. The operation did not go as planned, which is a big disappointment to me, but I've been saving up to cry after the abdominal incision has healed. Pathology shows no invasive cancer, so that is news to celebrate. I have to walk around a few times a day, and since I can't stand up straight yet, that is very tiring and about all I can handle. A kind coworker sent me a supply of Artemis Fowl books to read. Actually, friends, family and coworkers have showered us with kindness. I'm particularly blessed that so many folks have undertaken to entertain the girls. Dear Husband is in pain from his own illness, which saddens me. My MIL also has her own disease to contend with, and she's handling all the housework as well as picking up the girls and keeping them on track. I admit that few times I've done some things that I shouldn't just because I know everyone else is near exhaustion. It will be a while before I can drive again.

Well, that wasn't very coherent and didn't exactly flow, but that's the best I can come up with for now.