Sorry to have kept you waiting to finish my story lol soo I was planning my daughters crazy P.J’s and pancakes party while dealing with my ailments oh and my mom is coming to stay with me for a week, what the fuck else can possibly happen this month. My orthopedic doctor says I need knee surgery March 29th and my partial hysterectomy is April 24th , not much room for recovery just what I like to be in pain and bed forever.
March 3rd the big birthday party goes off without a hitch feeling ok, only thing that night was I lost the birthday candles, you ask how hum because Iam a moron that is how lol my only thought tea light candles boom worked all good lol. So we’re past the birthday on to my mom great stay, we get hit with a fucking blizzard why not just throw so more shit into this storm. She leaves right before my knee surgery very upsetting, but what can I do she thinks I’m going to be ok because my aupair is here, ugh negative. My husband was taking care of me the first day but had to go to work. My 1st post opt day I was hungry the only way to get up and down the stairs was to scootch on my but of fucking course and hop around like playing fucking hop scotch around the house oh what fun, did I mention I’m supposed to be in bed lol. You would think my aupair would ask if I’m ok , hungry anything nope instead I was gliding down the stairs on my ass and she said excuse me and went around me fml. Oh then I was hungry so I got a bag and filled it up like a grocery bag and wore it like a god damn crossbody to be able to get back up the stairs and she fucking squeezes past me again lol. Eventually I called my old nanny that day and she came to help and of course wait for it the day after my surgery was my daughters play so my old nanny had to drive me, help me hobble in the auditorium to sit with my leg out towards the end of the row taking up like 3 seats it was great actually lol all of the parents were in disbelief that I was there, it was great. Then I hobbled back out jumped in the car and went home. Now this puts us at my next surgery a two hour turned fucking five how you Might ask well it wasn’t supposed to be a partial until they found endometriosis ect.ect.ect. So boom 5 hour surgery, my husband is freaking out. I come out of surgery violently ill guess what Iam allergic to Percocet of course ugh 3 hours in recovery… finally Iam home getting better 2 weeks post surgery and the moron that Iam shows my daughter how to do a dance and rips my stitches, what a dumb ass move. Back to bed rest for me, so here I have learned a valuable lesson that would be,use your fucking brain… this is my story and Iam sticking to it until next time, good night!!