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Is it wrong?

 to make fun of your cat when she has congestive heart failure? But look, she has leg warmers! 

Poor Patty Paws had a long weekend, but she's home and actually feeling pretty good.

And just so crazy Furmosa doesn't feel left out:

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An Egg Blog

I'm not actually going to write anything about eggs. Sorry to all you egg enthusiasts. Not that I'm anti-egg, I'm pro-egg. I am anti-fun though. Ask around, you'll find out it is true. Let's see, what else am I "anti" about?

Anti-Walmart.

Anti-Bad grammar. Not that I have perfect grammar, but I can hold my own. And no, it is not lost on me that I'm writing about grammar while using the phrase "anti-bad grammar."

I'm anti-biotics. HAHAHA. (I'm pro nerd.)

Anti mushrooms (I'm pro stomping on mushrooms.)

I'm pro Cardinals. Anti Cubs.

Pro feline. No real standing on canines.

I'm pro-books, magazines, newspapers, and all related e written things.

Anti-ant. Pro killing ants. Violence solves all sorts of problems, not that I'm pro violence...

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Before my sister sends me anymore hate mail…

I know, I haven’t updated in awhile. Maybe it is because I am sans gallbladder that I don’t feel the blog urge or maybe I’m just lazy. It is a tossup.

I’m trying to be unlazy though. (And I know that unlazy isn’t a word, but stuff it, it is my blog.)

I cleaned out the majority of my closet which is highly unlazy.

But then I did go get a massage, which falls into the lazy category.

I did go shopping with my Mom and sister and this definitely falls in the unlazy category. It is work shopping with them.

But I did take a nap Saturday afternoon (lazy)

I helped out for a bit at my friends’ jewelry stand, including breaking everything down (unlazy).

Then Cara and I went out to dinner and to a concert (lazy).

I will be going to the grocery store by myself today (unlazy).

Then I will watch TV and go to bed early (lazy).

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The Surgery

I no longer have my gall bladder. They've yanked it out through my belly button. Seriously, they did. Now I've just got some Frankenstein stitches and they'll be gone soon.

So after surgery and recovery, I get put into a room. When I got to the room there was no roommate and the room was really hot...really, really hot. I called the nurse and they checked the thermostat and it was set at 90 degrees. So the nurse turned it down and asked if I wanted a fan. I said yes, so they bring in a box fan and set it up and they noticed there was a blanket over the ventilation unit, so they took that off too. It is finally cooling down in the room when the roommate gets back from whatever test she had.

Now, I realize that this woman was older and was obviously in poor health if she is in the hospital, but then again, I'm just hours after surgery, so I'm not in the best of shape either. Well, she threw a fit about the fan. It was freezing in the room and she could not stand to be in such horrendous conditions. She yelled at nurses and the nurses' aides. It was an outrage that someone would dare put a fan in her room. The nurses offered to bring her warmed blankets but nope, not good enough. After about 2 hours of yelling about the freezing conditions, she'd had enough and decides she's checking herself out of this hell hole. (It is actually a fine hospital and I had no complaints.) She took out her own IV, yelled at the nurse, and after the hospital took care of EVERYONE ELSE BUT HER, she left. It was way too much drama even in my drug-induced haze. It was so peaceful and cool after that, and, in celebration of now having a private room, I left the fan on all night.

The Tale of the Bladder of Gall and Stones

So, Saturday night, the husband and I went out to dinner with friends and I kind of splurged food-wise. OK, so it was an Italian restaurant and I more than splurged, I pigged out. Had I know what it was going to do though, I never would have eaten all that creamy cream sauce. At about 10:30 pm, I started to feel not so good, but I chalked it up to my rich dinner. But at 1:30 AM when I was in even more pain and throwing up, I called my Mom. (Isn't that what you are supposed to do?) She confirmed what I thought, an attack of the gallstones. I woke up the husband (he wasn't happy about that part) and told him he needed to take me to the ER. We went to a small hospital so we got in right away and the nurse and doctor both agreed with my mother's diagnosis. Anti-nausea medicine and some narcotics, I was feeling better. They sent me home with instructions to call me doctor and to get an ultrasound. Which I did, this morning. And yes, the ultrasound confirmed everyone's diagnosis that yes, I had gallstones and lots of them. Here's the thing that got me, all the medical staff kept telling me I needed to stick to a strict lowfat diet...assuming I previously had not. The kicker is I had been eating really healthy for months and this one night was a not the usual.

So tomorrow I go to the surgeon and I'm sure he'll tell me to stick to a lowfat diet until he can pull my gall bladder out of me.