Dear Connie's Brain:
Let Connie have a good laugh, ferfucksake! She's more than earned it!
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Dear Connie's Brain:
Let Connie have a good laugh, ferfucksake! She's more than earned it!
Connie's brain: laughing is OK! Good, even!
I got my blood test results back. I have excellent cholesterol. Not so excellent thyroid function, though.
There's a whole crew of us buffistas with wonky thyroids, Hil, so if you have any questions, just ask!
Of course I say that as I am running out the door, so won't get back to you until later, but if I know us, someone will answer your questions long before I get back.
Yeah, I've been on Synthroid for about a year now. My doctor is raising my dosage, and I'll get another blood test next month. This does explain why I've gained about ten pounds over the summer.
Erin, they'll use a tampon probably during the surgery, and then pads while you're recovering. Nurses have seen everything, and that ain't nothing.
How long will you be in hospital post-surgery? Hopefully, you'll be done by then!
So sorry -- what a PITA to have to deal with.
Nurses have seen everything, and that ain't nothing.
Indeed. Much worse stuff for real. I will be sending the ~ma for brilliant surgeon and team as well as a quicker than anticipated recovery.
Connie's brain, listen to me right now, laughter is super important for healthy functioning.
ut post op with a numb leg and difficulty using the bathroom alone? I'm gonna ask someone to deal with my used lady supplies. Um, no. Sincerely tryng to will my uterus into cooperation STAT.
They've seen worse. And every nurse I've ever known would rather help a patient then have them be uncomfortable. Biohazards is biohazards. It could be poop.
It could be poop.
Words to live by.
So the storage shed is all cleaned out, bless my faux-son and his kids. That's $90 a month I don't have to pay and a nine-year obligation gone. The stuff I want to keep is in the garage, waiting for time to look it over.
What a relief, Connie.
Your lips to my uterus'...ears (?) Figured i'll just take a couple of everything with me and call it good. Not like they're going to be re-using any of the drapes or such.
Can I bitch for a second? I STILL DON'T HAVE A CHECK IN TIME FOR MY SURGERY, WHICH IS TOMORROW. Thought they were supposed to call by noon, so at 12:30 I called and was told that the scheduler would call by 6pm but "I'll leave a message for her to call you right away." 6:15 pm I call again and THE OFFICE IS CLOSED so I get voicemail. I am so very unimpressed. 9 pm I call and leave another message restating my deep and sincere apprehension WRT not knowing when I am supposed to show up. I am paying these people to cut into my body, the least they can do is tell me when and where to show up, definitively, more than 2 hours in advance. Seriously, as thought I weren't worried enough!