I'm back (mostly) in the saddle again!

Heh, I WISH I was feeling good enough to ride again *sigh*. Anyway, this is my mare Tasha and I, hmmm, I think it was taken last spring. She was an unhappy camper in this pic and had just put me off balance with a wonderful little jig she decided to perform in protest to me not letting her eat the tasty grass beneath her feet


Ok my good folks. I have managed to crawl out of bed this morning just for the express purpose of getting something up on the blog. So, here I am 2 days post surgery, half a cervix lighter and significantly sorer than I was on Tuesday night.

Quite the surgery it was too. Very little to report in terms of Patriarchy bashing but enlightening all the same. Interesting to note that while Dim is my S.O. we're not married (my choice) and the nurses, orderlies and attendants seemed bound and determined to keep him out of the room while I changed and/or went to the bathroom. Apparently, it was just too 'personal' for my S.O. to be in the same room even when there was a door between us, whilst I was urinating. Which of course left me with all sorts of questions but I’ll tackle them later.

On the lighter side of things the Doc warned me that he had 'packed some gauze' into my vagina to 'stem any bleeding'. He told me that I had to take the gauze out later on that day, which I did. The entire episode was strangely reminiscent of a magician pulling an impossible number of handkerchiefs from his sleeve, thus, I have dubbed myself the "The Amazing Gauzini". The laws of physics were completely thwarted by the incredible amount of gauze that doctor managed to get up there. I looked on in vast amazement as it kept coming, and coming and coming.

Aside from that I have come to realize that Percoset makes me tired and more prone to wandering around in a sleepwalking state. Something my boys can attest to after watching me wander into the family room on Wednesday night clad in naught but my T-shirt and post-surgery granny panties. Of course, I have no memory of this, but they regaled me with it on Thursday morning. Obviously, I have since decided that since Perc apparently makes me more prone to wandering that I should be cladding my ass in something more substantive. Now I wear sweats. All day. Even when sleeping. *grin*

Aside from that I'm doing well. A bit more sore than I had anticipated as it feels as though someone punched me in the gut. But, I do get a special "I-was-a-good-girl-for-my-surgery-and-didn't-rip-the-faces-off-of-any-of-my-doctors-dinner" Tonight, I am off to Red Lobster, not for Lobster, but for Alaskan King Crab which wins the tasty award any day over lobster as far as I'm concerned.

I'd like to put up something a bit more 'angry feminist' but alas, I have decided that my brain simply doesn't want to get itself all worked up today *biggrin*. Therefore, I'm going to leave this first post the way it is and give a HUGE "Thank you to everyone!" from the bottom of my heart. Dim kept my spirits up by reading all the new comments from well-wishers. Honestly guys, I appreciate it so much. It was like getting a bunch of 'Get Well' cards the day of my surgery. You guys are the best!

I'm off, the Perc is starting to kick in, evident by the fact I've had to proof this several times before noting that I spelled 'bottom' wrong (I spelled it 'botome') so that's my sign that I need to get my butt back to the couch, curl up with a book and maybe pop "Troy" in.

Thanks guys and if I don't manage to drag myself back to this puter today, everyone try to have a happy holiday.

Best Wishes and a big thanks
~BB