Post Pre-Op

I am on a countdown to a little minor surgery tomorrow. I've opted to have an endometrial ablation so my never ending monthly torment can finally go away.  My other option was hysterectomy and I wasn't feeling the surgery, the three weeks off work, the hospital stay, etc.
This is outpatient and they'll give me xanax and percocet and other stuff and apparently it's like ten minutes of really not so good and then yay done except for three weeks of what they describe as "weeping" out of my uterus.
I am told to think of it like a blister on your finger. That's what they are going to do to my uterus. Basically, they're going to kill it with fire.
I'm not sure what medieval medical school this idea came from, I mean, "lets boil the inside of the uterus until it's dead" that just seems like something more at home in the Inquisition than at one of the best OBs in the metro  BUT....I signed up for it so apparently I'm crazy too.
I'm doing a regimen of high dose ibuprofen and then start the good stuff tonight.
But I can say that as a woman who had her period for 33 years, and four kids, I could be done with this. I really could. And hey my husband will still get to enjoy all of my mood swings from PMS so it's not like I'll be losing any of my girly appeal (snark).

I'd say I'm nervous and I am a little, I know it's going to feel NOT GOOD but on the other hand, I feel relieved. I get to quit doing this FINALLY.
And I get to quit doing it without getting cut open AGAIN.

I'm hoping I made the right choice. I'll let you know.

A picture of my baby girl, just because.
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Post Pre-Op

I am on a countdown to a little minor surgery tomorrow. I've opted to have an endometrial ablation so my never ending monthly torment can finally go away.  My other option was hysterectomy and I wasn't feeling the surgery, the three weeks off work, the hospital stay, etc.
This is outpatient and they'll give me xanax and percocet and other stuff and apparently it's like ten minutes of really not so good and then yay done except for three weeks of what they describe as "weeping" out of my uterus.
I am told to think of it like a blister on your finger. That's what they are going to do to my uterus. Basically, they're going to kill it with fire.
I'm not sure what medieval medical school this idea came from, I mean, "lets boil the inside of the uterus until it's dead" that just seems like something more at home in the Inquisition than at one of the best OBs in the metro  BUT....I signed up for it so apparently I'm crazy too.
I'm doing a regimen of high dose ibuprofen and then start the good stuff tonight.
But I can say that as a woman who had her period for 33 years, and four kids, I could be done with this. I really could. And hey my husband will still get to enjoy all of my mood swings from PMS so it's not like I'll be losing any of my girly appeal (snark).

I'd say I'm nervous and I am a little, I know it's going to feel NOT GOOD but on the other hand, I feel relieved. I get to quit doing this FINALLY.
And I get to quit doing it without getting cut open AGAIN.

I'm hoping I made the right choice. I'll let you know.

A picture of my baby girl, just because.
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I Am A Bad Pleco Mom

This is Snake Plisskin. Yes he has the most awesome name ever.

However, a while back his tummy started getting big. At first, we thought that perhaps Snake was a Snakette and she was going to lay eggs. But then, finally I got online and tried to figure out what was going on because Snake was getting bigger and just didn't seem right.

Turns out, it seems Snake might have a very serious condition called BLOAT where it appears he is constipated, horribly so. That huge bloat is, quit possibly, poo.

Ugh. Bad parent.

So, I read up online and found out that feeding peas, adding maracyn 2 to the water and epsom salts are about all you could do to save the fish and it's likely that they'll die.

Which is a bummer.

But - stay tuned, because we are trying to save Snake because he's part of the family.

The water is cloudy with mashed peas and epsom salts now. We're hoping for the best.
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I Am A Bad Pleco Mom

This is Snake Plisskin. Yes he has the most awesome name ever.

However, a while back his tummy started getting big. At first, we thought that perhaps Snake was a Snakette and she was going to lay eggs. But then, finally I got online and tried to figure out what was going on because Snake was getting bigger and just didn't seem right.

Turns out, it seems Snake might have a very serious condition called BLOAT where it appears he is constipated, horribly so. That huge bloat is, quit possibly, poo.

Ugh. Bad parent.

So, I read up online and found out that feeding peas, adding maracyn 2 to the water and epsom salts are about all you could do to save the fish and it's likely that they'll die.

Which is a bummer.

But - stay tuned, because we are trying to save Snake because he's part of the family.

The water is cloudy with mashed peas and epsom salts now. We're hoping for the best.
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Memorial Day 2012

It's perfect that today my brother scanned and sent me & the National
archives this pic. I have been looking for it online for years to show my son.
That is my grandpa, bottom left.

Memorial Day 2012

It's perfect that today my brother scanned and sent me & the National
archives this pic. I have been looking for it online for years to show my son.
That is my grandpa, bottom left.

Summer Begins

Every childhood requires these.

Summer Begins

Every childhood requires these.

Last Day of School

It's our last day of school today. Mommy gets to sleep in starting tomorrow!

Last Day of School

It's our last day of school today. Mommy gets to sleep in starting tomorrow!