Upfront, right away: this post is about sex. More specifically, about sex post-surgery. And pre-surgery. It’s not graphic, but it’s pretty matter-of-fact. I’m going to call a vagina a vagina, not a hoo-ha or some other clever alias. If you’re uncomfortable with that, stop reading now. I fully expect that this will be the least read post on my blog. I’m OK with that. Anyone who knows me well enough and for long enough knows that I’ve never shied away about talking about sex. (
I am tired of all this bullshit. I’m tired of worrying about protein. I’m tired of worrying about vomiting or pooping in public. I’m tired of running/walking. I’m tired of hiking my pants up all the time because they are too big. I’m tired, because sleeping is weird and I’m not eating enough and I’m working the same amount as pre-surgery. This is not to be confused with the fact that I am also happy. I’m so happy to hike those pants up all the time, because it means my knees
Originally posted on Facebook on August 23, 2013 Are you allowed to laugh during the early days of recovery? or will it hurt you?
This is a great question, because when my sister had her heart surgery a few years ago, she wasn’t allowed to laugh or cough, because of the way they did the procedure. Of course, my coping mechanism is to make people laugh, especially myself, so I got some nasty looks from the nurses… But my sister made it through just fine, even though she had t
Originally posted on Facebook on August 23, 2013 Surgery Countdown – 3 Days. Today I met a client at Panera. I drank my protein shake on the way over so I wouldn’t be tempted at all to indulge. And I didn’t, just so you aren’t overly concerned. But let me tell you, nothing smells so freaking good as an asiago cheese bagel going through the toaster. I literally had to stop talking and swallow because my mouth was salivating. And even though I wasn’t hungry, MAN, did I miss the