My Minutes have not been My Minutes....

Wow... November is here!! Where did October go?? Last I wrote my little buddy was starting her new life.. and I spent a few days getting myself together and realizing life as I knew it was going to be different but as with anything.. I would shed a few tears.. have a few "moments" and pick myself up and get on with whatever was next on God's list of "to do's" for me.

So.. on Sept 7th it was Labor Day and the house was full of fun and laughter. The girls called and wanted to invite some of their friends over for a movie day, as we have the big wide screen and the dark basement with the cozy furniture.. it makes for a fun place to come and have a "get a way day". I love to have those days..even though I was still in tons of pain from my back and didn't participate in the viewing just having them near and hearing them laugh and giggle and seeing them as they stopped by ever so often as they were on their way to the bathroom or something it just makes a Mom feel good.

Then came Tuesday Sept 8th. Bright and early we were up and on our way to the hospital for the long awaited surgery to correct the incredible and never ending nerve pain in my lower back. Thrilled that we were getting in before the projected date of November 8th, yet still having all the questions that one has before going in for a major surgery such as that.

Yet.. it all went like clock work, both surgeons were having a good day, as was the anesthesiologist.. always like to make sure of that when they come to give me my "last rights" as I like to call it..because frankly if they've had a bad night's sleep or a miserable Labor day weekend.. I want to make sure to do whatever I can to get them happy before we start with the putting to sleep and the cutting me open part if you now what i mean. Just a personal preference with me I guess! :)

So.. we got through that and the five days after in the hospital.. which I could tell you oh so many incredibly sad and funny stories.. but let's just say I'm saving those for the book my Mother feels I should write someday.. only to get out and home for a day or two and realize that something is just not right. I make a call to the vascular surgeon who took care of the front incision which was the way they chose to get to my back.. and by the next day I was being rushed back in to the hospital only to sit and wait 6 hours for a CT to find that I had developed a huge hematoma! The wait? Oh yeah.. it was due to the fact that they were waiting for the results of my "pregnancy" test.. yes you read it right .. my pregnancy test.. after waiting all that time for a test that I was "rushed" there to have so they could have drained or helped the situation.. I finally found someone to ask what the hold up was and when they told me I had to laugh.. what else could I do.. as I had been interviewed by three different people in order to be admitted back in to a place that I just got discharged from not more than 3 days ago and had to give them the same history that I know was probably in my chart from the other 11 times I've been in there... but let's just say counting the times that day I gave them my past... I had a hysterectomy in 2000!!! What part of that couldn't they get?? Ohhhhh the nurse said when I told her and the big light bulb in the sky went on.... she said really??? to which I'm thinking... who would make this up??

So.. once that got cleared up and I got to drink all the lovely juice it was well after 9:00pm... we'd started this adventure at 11;00am... so for this I say.. my minutes are not my own. Wait till you hear the "rest of the story"!!!