So the countdown is on for my upcoming surgery. If I have typed this or anything close to this please just ignore me because I am struggling with memory issues more than usual. I dont know if it is pressure from a few different directions, added to Fibro Fog, or if my Defused Cerebral Atrophy has taken another left turn. Anyway, I feel like my Auto-Pilot needs to kick in between now and Thursday. I have a meeting this evening I must attend for Bikers Against Child Abuse. Church Sunday morning, three very special visitors coming to see Terry and me for a little while after church to deliver a cake I won by designing a cover page for my friends online baked goods page. She is a self-taught cake designer. Her page is Oven Art Creations. Even if you dont live in our area she has a ton of really cute party cakes and goodies. Then its just waiting for Thursday to get here. I have been making little jokes about it because thats just what I do. It is a same day surgery and the first time I have ever had a scope surgery. Same day surgeries are like the drive through at Taco Bell to me. I have a very sick gall bladder that should have been removed when I was 22 years old, so it will be interesting to see what takes place after that thing is out. Yes, I have requested my gall stones because I saw my Grandpas when I was in my 20s and the biggest stone was so pretty and shiny. So I figure, Why not? If any of you get a necklace and earring set from me, you never know. It could be my gall stones. Ha! Ha! My last surgery was in 2008 and I had it done in Louisiana where my parents lived at the time. It was by no means a scope surgery. I was literally cut from stem to stern; from my sternum to my pubic line and hip to hip. So it was an upside down T. By that evening I was sitting in my parents driveway in a lawn chair talking to them with three drainage tubes. I think I surprised them both a bit. That surgery surprised the surgeon with a double hernia that went from about the bottom of my rib cage to my hip bone AND there was a 5 growth on the inside of my naval. I have had more fun than a barrel of monkeys when it comes to my not having a belly button. Those who arent freaked out think its hilarious. The surgeon said this surgery is not going to solve all my problems with my digestive system so I have already spoken to the Physicians Assistant at the Gastro doctors office. I will be making an appointment with her after my two week follow-up on my gall bladder surgery. All I can say to the surgeon is, Have fun getting through 50 years of scar tissue. At this point I am praying that God help me get somewhat of a normal life back that I miss so terribly. I used to be one of those people who would pick up and fly wherever I chose, sometimes even to different countries. And would take on just about anything that came my way. That girl is long gone. But I sure would love to have the energy to finish the interior designing and upgrades on our modest little home that is filled with love. Whatever His Will be I accept with gratitude. I also am aware that this requires effort on my part. So now to end this on a high note. I told this to Lynn the other day via text messages and I giggled as I sent it to her. Regarding my missing belly button, well, sometimes it itches and its not even there. Smile today, it makes people wonder what youre up to. Love, Carla
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 13:03:08 +0000
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