Before I forget, Jennifer asked in my comments yesterday:
You’ve yet to explain the mushy aspect of Satan’s Uterus. Lurid minds want to know.
First of all, “Satan’s Uterus” made me laugh, and OW (but HA!). Second of all, marinating in all that endometriosis-y goodness is apparently what made my uterus mushy (or “boggy”, as they sometimes refer to it). I did much Googling over the weekend to find this information out, turned around and told Fred “APPARENTLY the mushiness of my uterus was caused by the endometriosis!” and Fred said “Yeah, well, that’s what I figured from what she said after she did the surgery…”
Okay, well, HE DIDN’T TELL ME THAT, just said “And she said your uterus was mushy” as if she’d just casually tossed that in there for no apparent reason, all “So, the surgery went fine, took her ovaries, all endometriosis-ed up, she’s in Recovery, should be along soon, have a great day, ohright, uterus was mushy, whatevs.”
I wish there were a more exciting explanation, frankly.
And that reminds me – I told Fred the night before surgery that every single time I go into surgery, I fully expect that the surgeon is going to get me open, and then stare in amazement into my abdominal cavity and say “What the HELL is THAT?!”
I like to imagine my surgeon standing over me like Vincent standing over the briefcase in Pulp Fiction, my abdominal cavity shining a golden light up at her while she stares in amazement.
I might need a life.
ONE WEEK, UTERUS-FREE, CAN I GET A WHAT-WHAT?!
(Please don’t give me a what-what. I don’t know what-what it is, and I’m not sure where I’d put it.)
Today, I am feeling really good. We’ve hit the point, post-surgery, where my spirits are really good, I’m feeling fine, and yet I’m a little frustrated because there’s so much I’d like to get done but am physically unable because it involves lifting.
(Example 1: filling the bird feeders.)
This is the danger point, where I have to stand over myself and sternly tell myself to take it the hell EASY, because all I need is to injure myself and end up flat on my back and add more time to my recovery.
(Example 2: vacuuming the house.)
But I promise, I will take it easy. I’m going to spend a little time in front of the computer, then I shall haul my ass to the couch and watch some TV, maybe do a little reading. Tomorrow I’m planning to drive to town and do a few quick errands.
I’m taking it easy, I promise!
I got a lovely bouquet from my peeps at Challenger’s House:
Flowers make me so happy.
AND a very happy and healthy looking mini rosebush from my parents:
Seriously, how happy looking is that little rosebush? I can’t wait ’til it blooms!
And though I didn’t snap a picture of the tin itself, a tin of the MOST fabulous popcorn from Nance and family. Seriously, I’ve HAD Kettle Corn before, but this is some serious GOURMET stuff. It’s one of those tins with three flavors (LOVE the three-flavor popcorn tins!), and it’s got Kettle Corn, Cinnamon Toast (OMIGOD!!!), and Crunch Caramel. I actually had to put it in an out-of-the-way place so I wouldn’t stuff a handful in my mouth every time I walked into the kitchen. It’s so good I simultaneously want to eat it all immediately, and eat it slowly so it lasts. It’s a conundrum!
Jake thinks the box the popcorn came in is the BEST Jake Cave ever!
LOOK who I found on my memory stick!
That’s Ouiser in the front, M’Lynn and Clairee in the back.
Drum and M’Lynn.
I forgot they were so little!
“What’s this ‘recovering from surgery’ bull? When Spanky wants his Snackin’! Time!, Spanky WANTS his Snackin’! Time!, and I recommend you hop to it, lady!”
Previously
2009: It was like nails on a chalkboard every time someone said it.
2008: We’re very protective of our property, if you couldn’t tell.
2007: No entry.
2006: Don’t call me paranoid – it happens to me ALL THE TIME.
2005: I feel like every time I run an errand in the Jeep I’m tempting Fate.
2004: I am blogrolling’s bitch.
2003: We figured if nothing else, we’d just start killing and eating cats.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: ***Warning! Adult language and situations ahead! Skip the first three paragraphs if you’re easily offended***
So glad you’re feeling good!
What-what!?!?!
And what do you mean you don’t know where to put it – you have all that empty real estate inside of you!
So glad to hear that you are well and improving daily.
Gina
So you’re saying I’d put it up my what-what?
(HEE!)
I’m glad you’re feeling chipper, Robyn! By the way, does anyone know what the “golden light” was in the briefcase in Pulp Fiction?? I love that movie and yes, I have too much time on my hands. 😀
I think they never said – I remember Tarantino said he’d never say, he wanted it left up to the viewers’ imagination. Am I remembering wrong, do you know something I don’t, Louann? 🙂
I had heard or read that it was Marsellus Wallace’s soul…?
I like the idea that it’s Marsellus’s soul (I had never heard that before) but according to Wikipedia, it’s just a pure plot device (link here.)
Thanks Robyn and Danielle. Whenever I see that scene in the movie, it reminds me of something one of the guys on MST3K once said: “I’d be relieved if I knew what was going on.” (or something like that!) I guess in my old age, I like movies that spell out everything for me! 😀
I’m with you, Louann, I want them to tell me what the hell is going on and not make me guess! 🙂
I would advise taking it very, very easy for the next few weeks. We moved about three weeks after my hysterectomy and I, of course, couldn’t let everyone else do all the work of packing,unpacking, etc. I suffered the after-effects of that decision for a whole year. Didn’t really feel myself again for that long. So, TAKE IT EASY!!!!!
I promise I’ll lift nothing heavier than my water bottle. 🙂
Hi Robyn so happy you are feeling better! Endometriosis is bad bitch and the reason I had all my “parts” removed 20 years ago – don’t miss the fuckers. Thanks for the Spanky picture :)))))
Was the popcorn from the Pittsburgh Popcorn Co? If so, that stuff is SO good! Best caramel and cheddar cheese popcorn I’ve ever had.
Hope your recovery continues well!
Yep, Pittsburgh Popcorn Company – and it’s like crack! (I just had a bowl with a little of each kind of popcorn. HEAVEN!)
So glad you’re starting to feel better Robyn! One week uterus-free – woo!!
If you think of it, could you post a photo of the tin that the popcorn came in, or measurements? Walmart and other similar -mart type stores used to sell tins of popcorn around Christmas time which came in sizes of “enormous,” “super-jumbo-tron,” and “holy shit, are you fucking kidding me?!”
Nowadays I can only find the “enormous” (which are about 7″ in diameter and 12″ tall, give or take). And they *are* enormous for popcorn, but wee for the other things I like to store in them once all the popcorn’s been disposed of (usually tossed in the trash or to the birds, because who can eat that much popcorn?!) I use them for storing the huge bags of rice, fabric scraps for that project I’m going to do whenever I win the lottery and don’t have to work, and of course dog and cat food, and whatever else that I’m sure no one cares about.
I check every supermarket, variety store, department store, dollar store, and mall kiosk in my area every year around Christmas time, and can only find the smaller tins. So if that company sells the HSAYFKM?! size, I’ll buy a coupla tins and send someone else the popcorn.. or if anyone has any suggestions I’m all ears. (I’ve periodically checked eBay and similar sites with no luck.)
Elayne, Why don’t you email that company and ask if you can just buy the tins? Doesn’t hurt to ask.
Well, that’s precisely what I plan to do, as soon as I find out if the tins are the size I’m interested in, which is why I’m… um… asking.
I have wasted hours on google with it in the past, and very few of the popcorn companies have ever listed the dimensions of the tins. They generally just tell you how much popcorn is in them. And I guess I *could* empty out the tins I have currently and then pop a shitload of popcorn to see how much it takes to fill them and then weigh it and use that to judge the other sizes… or dick around with contacting customer service for every popcorn company I can find on the net and hope they #1 answer me (they usually don’t) and #2 don’t put me on a mailing list (they usually do) or #3 sell my email address to spammers (I have good spam filters, so I don’t know), but to be honest at the time it seemed like it’d be quicker to ask Robyn about it.
Do NOT be tempted to vacuum or do any other domestic chore. I decided a couple of weeks after my hysterectomy that I’d wash the floors. And promptly slipped on the wet floor and it HURT! Vacuuming wasn’t much fun either.
Love the sound of that popcorn. We don’t have fancy schmancy pop corn like that down under (although I stand to be corrected if any antipodean readers know of a source).
Glad you’re feeling better AND taking it easy!
Satan’s Uterus would totally make a great Band Name.
(a group of middle aged female punk rockers, perhaps?)
Anyone want to join?
or some of your pepper jelly!
I’m glad to hear that this is behind you. You are such a trooper. You seem to breeze through surgery. Do you really not get anxious? I am so envious of people who recover nicely. I am a WUSS about surgery. I do not handle anesthesia well, and am a slow waker upper. I can’t handle narcotics (they make me puke). Not a good combination. I wish I could be one of those people who woke up easily (enjoying the nap) and could take the pain meds, enjoying the ride….For the record, I am a NURSE, you’d think I’d have a better GRIP, eh??? I love your uterus talk. Cracks me up!