Dear 2007,
I had such high hopes for you. Things were really going great for me up until the end of November, when you lost all control and dropped a bomb that caused me to crash head first into a brick wall. Perhaps that is an overstatement, but from where I sit, the description is particularly apt. Thanks so much for bringing me back to reality because I was thinking life was pretty good up to this point.
Dude. That whole, "let's hit her with a particularly nasty case of diverticulitis when she's not looking" move was pretty smooth, but nasty on your part. Because of that, I ended up unexpectedly having a special room with my name on it in the hospital for five days. I have to say, I love the way you played the no food, no drink game. Good stuff. You are smooth. Let's not forget the 2:00 a.m. Lord Love a Duck, we need to change the IV sight, but goodness, we cannot find a vein trick. Loved it. My arms were the color of a rainbow for weeks afterwards. I'd be remiss not to complement you on the fact that you kept me pretty much on my back, albeit in a recliner, for the next three weeks. I can't tell you how much I love, love, love that recliner, especially because I got to sleep in it for weeks after I came home. But I showed you!
I stuck to the treatment plan, eating pudding, Jell-O, soup, popsicles and sipping on hot tea. To this day, I have not been able to drink coffee, but hey, less caffeine so that's a plus. And I walked to gain my strength, even though it would leave me breathless an in pain at first. Each time I did it, I got stronger.
We spent the holidays with my family and had a wonderful time despite your determination to destroy it. Yes, I missed band concerts, chorus concerts, dance performances and the first cheer competition, but even you couldn't stop my friends from stepping in when my husband was required to be more than one place at the same moment in time, when I was unable to help.
After all these weeks, I'm finally fairly close to normal though I do sometimes battle some discomfort, which can, on occasion, turn into pain, but I am getting there. I'm going back to work tomorrow and this fills me with excitement, as well as dread.
So, my dear 2007, it is without regret that I bid you adieu, and look forward to a better 2008.
Love,
Moogie
Comments
Moogie, let me be first to welcome you back to the fold..
*** gentle hugs girl ***
Good job everyone else :) I'm glad I don't suffer for that who's name I won't mention but it looks painful just to look at..
Ah work the diversion that earns you money...
Posted by: Gordon at January 9, 2008 6:40 PM
Damn you, Gordon. It was MY job to smother her with love first. Sheesh. Can't even do my job these days.
I'm sorry you've been so sick, but am glad you didn't end up having surgery for it (or did you?)...nasty business. I've got the -osis, but not the -itis, thank goodness. TFB had 12" of his bowel removed with a major attack of the -itis. (They took his appendix, too, without asking and to this day he is upset about it. Men! LOL!)
You GO LAY DOWN THIS INSTANT YOUNG LADY and let the family fawn all over you - or at least have a stick nearby so you don't have to get up to poke them.
Recliners are my friends. I pink puffy heart my recliner couch.
Posted by: Kris at January 9, 2008 6:57 PM
Oh man, and here I was thinking you were just having too much holiday fun to bother blogging... I am REALLY sorry you're going through all this. That's like a 10 on the scale of suckitude...
Posted by: Thumper at January 10, 2008 2:44 PM
Here's hoping for a healthier 2008.
Posted by: Daisy at January 10, 2008 5:12 PM
