and said that I need to come back in two months for another surgery.
(queue screeching breaks and breaking glass)
Talk about kill-joy. Do you have any idea what a wuss I am? I barely made it though the last surgery. Good grief - I was practically in a drug induced coma for a week and threw up so bad coming out of recovery that I blew all the blood vessels in my eyes! (ugly doesn't even begin to describe)
When I told Mr. Thompson the prognosis, I thought he was going to cry. His only reply was, "I learned with the last surgery to pray that I will one day die before you, but that doesn't appear to be happening...".
Caregiving 101: send me Adam Levine.
So in addition to our (not gonna say final) IVF...it appears that another round of wrist surgery is in my near future. Dr. H better advise. Although the thought of pain pills to accompany those unforgiving daily shots in the butt makes me feel better all ready, I need to make sure that I don't bite off more than
Oh golly - I have a new blog title that is going to be perfect! Know anyone to help me redesign it?
(p.s.: I can't believe I just said "oh golly"...)