A Spot of T

Eight Weeks Post-Op

I told everyone who emailed this would be here right after my six week check-up and here I am sitting at eight weeks post-op.  What can I say?  Sorry.  I'm back-dating this post so it doesn't come up as a latest post.  I imagine those who use RSS feeds or something else will see it, but I can't do anything about that.  Just hit delete if you're as tired about surgery talk as I am.

So here's a long list of questions I've received in the past eight weeks about my hysterectomy.  I may write another post at the 6 month mark....and tuck it in again.  Remember just because you're healed on the outside (incision), there are hundreds of sutures on the inside that need to heal.  Otherwise, this will be the last entry on it.  The journey of my bouncing baby fibroid.  What a ride. 

I really do appreciate all the emails I've received from everyone over the past month.  I haven't been able to get to all of them yet, but I'm working on it.  I am thinking of those ladies who wrote saying they just about to go and also those who surgeries are coming up fast.

On to the Questions because they answer any updates I might write about.  THE biggest question I've received so far is......

Are you glad you had the surgery?  Any regrets?

So far I am very glad I had the surgery.  Absolutely no regrets.  I am healing very well, the ovary that was left in appears to be doing it's job and I have had no problems hormonally.  Knock on wood.  I'm sleeping much better and getting around much better and life is very good.  I still get tired easily but according to my doctor this is normal.  It doesn't help I constantly tend to overdo things either though.

I'm curious.  Do you know how much your fibroid weighed?

I didn't ask, but my doctor thought I would want to know so she told me.  The total weight of the uterus she took out was 312 grams.  Which I didn't blink at....until she told me a normal uterus weighs approximately 70 grams.  So when she tells me I should be a bit more shocked when she says "The fibroid was very big Joy", I guess I am.  I wish now I would have asked her to take a picture of it.  She's great and I know she would have, but I didn't think about it until after the surgery.  I would have loved to have seen it.  

You mentioned mesh underwear in one of your posts.  Did you ever get any?

I had heard about those mesh underwear they give you in the hospital, but never thought much more about them before surgery.  I'm here to tell you.  Take them!  You won't think you'll use them, but I swear they are the greatest invention ever.  I had a pair on when I left the hospital and asked for another pair which the nurse was nice enough to give me.  Oh man those things are the greatest.  And trust me, if they can fit over my bodacious hips they will fit anyone.  They stretch like you can't imagine.  What's so great about them is....they hold your tummy.  Like a really loose fitting girdle.  Not snug enough to hurt your incision or swelly belly, but snug enough to hold it so it doesn't flop around.  And the mesh lets your incision breath.  Greatest things ever.

You said they took the staples out, but is that it?  Didn't they put anything else in their place?

Yes, they sure did.  The staples came out and the nurse put steri-strips on and also some gauze.  The steri-strips will come off when they are good and ready.  If you can pull them off, I say you are a braver person than I.  I was told they would come off on their own and I let them do exactly that.  The guaze I only wore for a few days because the incision was still oozing a bit in spots.  You will get cleaned up and showered and the next thing you'll notice blood where the incision is.  Totally normal to have a bit of blood and even the incision area to be a bit warm.  It's when the blood turns green or the incision get's hot that you need to get yourself to a doctor.  I kept my incision as dry as possible and didn't pick at the steri-strips at all.  Ok I did pick once, but it pulled, I squealed and then left them to fall off on their own.  Which was normally in the shower.

It sounds like things went very well for you.  Do you think your attitude had anything to do with it?

Good question.  I had a great attitude going into this.  Yes I was very nervous, but I think I went in really positive.  I had a great deal of trust in my Ob/Gyn as well as my GP, I had researched everything to death and asked a million questions and I liked the hospital I was going to.  I kept thinking about what life would be like after the surgery.  No matter what happened during surgery or how painful it was to deal with after, I was going to try everything in my power to get back to the health I once had.

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Thursday Thirteen #16

I've decided to stray a bit from my usual 'Thankful' Thursday Thirteen list.  I'm straying because after just joining Facebook, I was sitting here thinking about something.  Friends.  I am up to a whopping 6 friends on Facebook.  More will come.  Because you know.  I'm wonderful.  But it really had me thinking about the friends I've had over the years.  There were years when I had more friends than I knew what to do with.  Phone calls all the time.  Friends inviting you here and there.  And even though I had younger children, I made time for these friends because with a husband working out of town all the time and me raising three children.  Let's face it.  It was sanity time for one tired mom.  But friends move away.  You move away.  People stay but go in different directions.  More 'couple' friends then your own female friends.  And there you are.  Practically friendless.  Bummer. I realized as I was looking at my pittance of friends on Facebook...alot of those friends live in different Provinces.  Hopefully some friends will join from the States.  But only one friend from around the Edmonton area is on there so far.  And we never see each other.  So it hit me.  I have lots of acquaintances.  But not nearly enough friends.  Friends are good to have at my age.  And I'm an awesome friend, if not a slightly twitchy friend, so why not share a little bit of me around right?  Yep.  I've decided.  I need more friends.  And I'm ready to have more friends in my life.  But it's not like before where you could take your small children to playschool, or work hot lunches, or help out in the classroom at school.  Oh no.  Those days are long gone.  And with them.  The 'mom' friends. So I've been thinking of ways to get out there and meet new friends.  Most likely it will be involving myself in something I enjoy and then meeting friends along the way.  I've wanted to get into stamping.  Maybe I could join a stamp club or something.  Is there such a thing as stamp clubs?  Are disco places still up and running?  I am so out of the loop.  God help me if I ever have to start dating again.  I'm a loner by nature so this might be a bit tougher than I thought.  I'm going to be honest here.  I'm not quite sure how to do this.  But then I had a brainwave.  Maybe I should take out an ad in the paper.  Ya.  Lay it all out there.  Then only those who think they can handle me as a friend need apply.  So here it is...... THIRTEEN THINGS IN JOY'S WANNA-BE-MY-FRIEND AD Looking for long term friendship.  Must be female.  I mean.  Males are ok.  I have male friends.  Well ok.  If you can talk about girly parts without going all stupid and turning green then go ahead and call. Age is negotiable.  And it's not because I'm biased against the young folk out there.  Heck.  I can get down with it like the best of them.  Do they still say things like that?  But I'm 43 with children who are 16, 17 1/2 and 19 so you know.  Someone who can do things at the drop of a hat once in awhile would be great. Must enjoy laughing one's pants off.  But not literally.  Because I don't swing that way. Must have a sarcastic sense of humor.  Not the mean kind, just the kind where you can laugh at yourself and not be hurt if I look at you and say "Ewwww you have one honkin booger hangin out of your nose."  Because.  I'd appreciate the same thing in return. Must not be clingy.  I'm not a big fan of the clingy friend.  Someone who understands I don't like phones, but who knows I'll always make time for friends who call.  Which means don't pout because you're the one who has to be the one calling all the time.  Because maybe I'll be the one who drives us places.  See?  It all balances out in my world.  If you like going antique shopping, I am putty in your hands.  If you like stopping at quaint little stores out of the blue, I'm there.  And if you like anything to do with photography, I am a friend for life. People who live in a different Country can apply but.  Maybe Facebook would be a better place for you and I.  Because I don't think calling you in Timbuktu and asking you to go out for coffee would work for the kind of friendship I'm looking for. Must not compete.  I seem to attract friends who like to compete with me.  You know.  I get a couch, they get a couch.  But it's a better couch, and they tell me it's better.  I get a watch, they get a watch.  But it's a better watch, and they tell me it's better.  You work hard and are successful and can talk all day long about it.  We work hard and our success is not allowed to be talked about.  No thank you.  I competed in track in high school, I competed for jobs when I moved out on my own, and I still compete for things in my life at the age of 43.  What can I say.  I'm a competitive person.  But I won't compete with a friend.  Ever.  I'm always stupidly happy and giddy for you, so you be happy for me too k.  Notice I left out stupidily giddy.  Because not everyone out there can pull off stupidly giddy.  And I'm ok with that. I like going for an occasional breakfast.  Maybe even the odd movie or two.  Heck.  Come on over for a movie.  You bring the movie.  I'll make the popcorn. I love the opera and go every chance I get.  I also love hockey.  I scream at the hockey games but I'm quiet at the opera.  In case you were wondering. I will try making crafts if that's what you're into.  No promises the crafts will be good.  But I'm always open to trying new things.  I can promise lots of laughs and a fun time while trying them though. I can be a bit moody.  But it's only when I need some alone time.  You will know when I need my space because I will tell you.  Because I'm honest that way, and you need to be a good enough friend to just give me my alone time.  And one extra because although it's not urgent, I think it bears bringing up..... If you are a size two, stand 5'0" and are always at the gym working out.  We can still be friends.  I don't mind going to the gym.  Now that I have the treadmill all figured out I can do a mean fast walk.  I'm larger than a size two...by far...and I stand at a reasonably tall 5'7".  Which means we just might look like mutt and jeff when we're together.  But if you don't mind looking like mutt and jeff then by all means call. It's a long list.  But if you can handle being this kind of friend.  If you are the yin to my yang, the pea to my pod, the salt to my pepper.  Please call 1-800-Joysfriend.  I assure you I ask nothing that I myself can't give.  So call now.  Before the lines start filling up. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!) 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Centerpiece of the Month - May

Centerpiece of the Month is the brainchild of Janelle from Talk of Tomatoes.  I love participating in it because not only do I love centerpieces, but I love seeing the great ideas everyone else comes up with.  It also gives you a chance to play with your camera a bit.

I missed submitting a picture last month but I've been thinking of different ideas for May.

I thought I would take advantage of the gorgeous weather today and bring out my pink depression glass.

If you would like to participate in the Centerpiece of the Month, submit your picture to Janelle by the end of the month.  She will then post all Centerpieces on her site on June 7th.  If you want to see past submissions click here.

Insomnia Thy Name Is Joy

It's 2:00am and I can't sleep.  Just thought you'd want to know that.  It's been awhile since I've had a bit of insomnia so I guess I won't complain.

I joined Facebook.  There I said it.  I'm not quite sure how to use it and I'm pretty sure I won't be torn away from blogging.  I really don't get it.  And I DO NOT like how you have to put your last name on there.  For all the world and god to see.  Although it does make it easy to find people.  Der.  I don't like that part though.  I've searched everywhere and no where can I find out how to just put T instead of not writing it.  I thought Facebook was going to be like msn where you talked to people in your 'Friends' list right there on your screen.  Nope.  As far as I can see anyway.  I send emails.  Or talk on walls.  Or something weird like that.  Or maybe I don't.  I think I have.  I only have three friends so far so I don't think my walls will be too full.

I was in line at the coffee shop last week and two women were sitting and talking at the table nearest me.  Nothing unusual about that right?  But the one women was a loud talker and I found it annoying.  Especially when she said "Can you believe Tony killed......?!  I mean who would have thought that in a million years." I said loudly "Whoa!  Spoiler!!"  They turned and looked at me and I said "I'm a huge fan of the Sopranos but I only get basic cable so I won't get to see Season Six until the Fall."  To which Ms. Loud Talker said "Well if you're that big of a Soprano fan I'm surprised you don't bump up your cable services.  And I bet you'll be really surprised to hear Paulie got killed too."  I stood there in dumb silence with my mouth open.  And then Ms. Loud Talker started laughing and said "No Paulie didn't get killed.  I'm just playing with you."  And I sighed a huge sigh of relief.  And she said "But we think he will be by the end of Season Six."  Say it with me now people.  B.  I.  O.  T.  C.  H!!! 

Samantha is feeling better.  I know this because she's to the point where she's still not well enough to go to school.  But well enough to be bored out of her mind.  And apparently it's my fault.  All together now.  Samantha is a poop.

Mushu has been sitting underneath the dining room table all night long.  I know he wants the muffin I put on the dining room table earlier and I think he knows I know he wants the muffin on the dining room table.  I know this because he gets up every once in awhile, comes into the office to see if I'm still here and then goes and sits and stares at the dining room table.  He then looks back at me as if to say "Are you going to bed YET?  Because I'm on a mission.  And it's a difficult mission.  It's mission quietly-try-and-get-the-muffin-off-the-dining-room-table-while-you're-in-bed."

And I sit here and can't help but think of Mission Impossible.  To which Mission Commander says "This isn't mission difficult, it's mission impossible.  "Difficult" should be a walk in the park for you."

Then I get up and take the muffin off the dining room table because I know I'm dealing with Double-O Mushu and the muffin will indeed be gone by the next morning.  And it just happens to be my breakfast for tomorrow.

   

Joy Needs....

Here's a meme that's going around.  I copied it from Heather:

Go to Google.com and type in "your name needs"...

So for "Joy needs" this is what came up:

1. Joy needs....prayer.  I'm not sure what to say on this one.  Can't make fun because.  You know.  *whispers* it's God and all. 
2. Joy needs....tragedy.  No I don't!
3. Joy needs....a Nanny.  I'm assuming this is for me since my kids are all older.  I could use a nanny to help out around the house though.  A male Nanny preferrably.  With good sturdy arms to lift furniture and things around the house.  A nice bum smile.  And a small speedo to do housework in charming personality is always nice too.
4. Joy needs....Jokes.  Well.  We can all use a little more cowbell laughter in our lives.
5. Joy needs....to leave her office!!!!!!  Ok this one is hilarious because I was just thinking that I've been in this office much too long the past two days.  But with Samantha sick this is where I've been.
6. Joy needs....links to purchase things.  I do love to shop on-line.
7. Joy needs....You.  Awww.  They read my mind.

Can You Feel The Love

There's a dip in the driveway.  No Gregg's not the dip I'm referring too.  He had some dirt hauled in over the weekend and proceeded to fill in a dip in the driveway that's been bugging us for ages.  When the time came to do the driveway, I specifically asked the pavers for a huge driveway up top in front of the house so there would be tons of room for people to turn around in.  And there is.  But still, people insist on backing up onto the grass to back up and turn around when they're leaving.  I'm not sure what filling in the dip will do.  Personally I think Gregg just wanted to play with the bobcat.

Speaking of.  Because I'm always telling about screw-ups Gregg makes, I thought I'd be fair and show this picture.  This is Gregg.  Filling in more dips.  This particular dip happens to be huge though.  And this is a dip I did.  Well not me personally but a dip I had someone else do while he had the bobcat there doing some work on the other side of the house.

Like yesterday's post, I'm all for getting things done while we can.  I believe it was 5 years ago I had brought in a bobcat because I wanted work done on the southside of the house.  Grass dug up and black dirt brought in so I could plant some willows on the side of the house.  Good for wind, great for keeping out nosey neighbours.  And while the bobcat was there I got this brainwave that I should get him to dig out the side of the hill by the firepit.  Again like yesterday's post, Joy's always thinking big.  Gregg and I had talked about wanting a new firepit so I took it upon myself to get the bobcat guy to start...Joy's dream firepit area.  I had a half moon dug out into the side of the hill and had visions of a retaining wall with stairs and benches and rock and....well I dreamed big.  But as you may or may not notice in the pictures.  There is a deck right there.  I'm on the upper deck taking the picture.  Gregg wants steps from the lower deck leading down into the firepit and the hole I had dug is much too close for that.  Plus the way the hole was dug....you can barely get into the shed you see sitting there.  Oh ooops.  I still see my beautiful firepit in my head.  But Gregg has "taken over doing the 'fricken' firepit area".  Whatever.  It's been so many years now I'm to the point I give a shit anymore.

I will tell a little story about the closest tree you see to the left of the above picture.  This is a big leaf tree that sits at the corner of the upper deck.  Nice right?  Well Michael and I are sitting at the kitchen table on saturday morning when we hear this big "Whomp!"  We look out and all we see is this HUGE wall of fire coming up from where the firepit is.  Seems Gregg took it upon himself to pour gasoline on the huge pile of trees we had sitting on the firepit and light it up.  Michael and I sat there saying "Well there goes the bottom deck."  Fortunately the bottom deck seems fine.  The tree?  Or at least half of it?  Not so much.  Deep sigh.

Do you want to know how to send Gregg through the roof?  Text message him.  Yep.  Because he hasn't figured out how to text message back.  So being the kind, loving wife that I am.  I send him little love notes.  Like the one above or things like....Gregg is a girl.  You know.  Lovey dovey stuff.  He complained the other day and swore once he figured out text messaging I won't know what hit me.  Ok.  I'll wait.  But in the meantime, the softer sensitive side of me came out and I decided to send him another text message.....

   

And finally.  I leave you with this.....

Joy:  "HEY GREGG!  SMILE OK?"

Gregg:  "HEY JOY!  HERE YOU GO!"

Through Gregg's Eyes....Through Joy's Eyes

Gregg:  "So the guy came to the house this morning to look at what we want done in the master bedroom bathroom."

Joy:  "Great.  What's he going to do?"

Gregg:  "Well if you were home what would you have told him to do?"

Joy getting all excited because she loves stuff like this:  "Oh I would have asked him about the walls and the ceiling in the bathroom first.  I would have asked him about the venting next.  Then I would have discussed the changes I want.  A new shower and toilet but we'll pick them out because we want something fancier.  Measurements for the biggest shower we can fit in there because I'd love a bigger shower.  Tile on the floor and on the walls because I like that look.  I would ask him about taking the one wall out that has the sliding door into the shower/toilet area to really open up the bathroom.  But I would put new beautiful doors in from the bedroom to the bathroom to still have some privacy.  I would talk to him about the options with that huge jacuzzi tub.  Either take the entire tub out and use the space to put in perhaps a double vanity or leave the jacuzzi tub in but replace the exising tile on it to something much nicer to spruce the area up a bit and update it.  I would ask him about not only putting in pot lights in the new bathroom, but putting potlights over the vanity and exchanging the old pot lights above the tub to newer ones.  And then while I was at it, I may as well ask about installing pot lights throughout the entire bedroom because the contractors are there anyway so may as well get it all done at once right.  I would also ask about a new mirror.  Then there's the City water into the house.  May as well get that hooked up.  I'd ask about the hole in the ceiling downstairs and since they have to repair and redo the entire ceiling in the basement anyway, I would get them to take off that gross bubble crap and replace with just a smooth painted ceiling.  Of course that's after adding the new pot lights throughout the basement because.  You know.  They are working on the ceiling anyway so why not get the lights put in before they redo it.  Why?  What did you tell the guy we wanted done?"

Gregg sitting in the chair in stunned silence: "Ummm.  I just asked him to take a look at the walls and see what he could do.  Change the shower and toilet and maybe some tile on the floor."

Catching Up

Is it over already?  Holy crap did the weekend go fast.  I'm pretty sure it will take me the week to get back to normal.  Or at least caught up on blogging and stuff in this office.  Not that we did anything exciting or we were even run off our feet.  We weren't.  But with Gregg home, Kelsey and Dave out visiting and Samantha sicker than a dog with her wisdom teeth surgery.  I'll tell you.  Time flies.

Kelsey was out friday to visit with Samantha and decided she wanted to take Mushu home with her for the night.  She was going to come out the next day anyway so her and Dave could bring him back out.  So Mushu had a sleepover.  As you can tell, Kelsey is not her mother's daughter because there are no pictures of this glorious event.  He loved it though and was a good boy.  Which meant he didn't make a mess in her apartment.  He did however get her up at 6:30 in the morning to go pee.  I told her she created a monster because I know him and now everytime she comes out, Mushu will think he's going for a sleepover.  Next time pictures, or no Mushu.

                     

I have to say a big thank you to Emma.  This would be the Emma from my Blogroll.  She's crafty.  She offered to make some of her blogging readers a Box Album and I sheepishly put my name in for one.  I'm so glad I did.  These little boxes are adorable and I love how she mailed it out.  Everything comes in a flat envelope so all you have to do is put the lid together.  Saves sending it in a box and it's perfect.  Thanks again Emma!

Samantha told her father I was mean yesterday.  Little brat.  Two nights I go past a very loud snoring Gregg to practically camp outside my daughter's door.  I bring her ice, medication and whatever else her little heart desires.  But because I mention yesterday that I was worried with all the nausea she's been having and might take her to the doctor tomorrow....I'm a mean mom.  And her father agreed.  Not with taking her to the doctor.  That part he leaves entirely up to me.  Just the mean part.  Because he's a butthead.

                      

So I give you Exhibit A and Exhibit B.  Exhibit A to the left is from meany mom.  Jello made with love, ginger ale for the tummy and a certain young lady's favorite mashed potatoes and gravy.  All the things a meany mom feels is perfect after tooth surgery.  Exhibit B on the right is from fun dad.  "She should be able to eat these right?  I mean.  If she just avoids the pits right?"

I finally took time to take a picture of my three other favorite mugs.  Robin from Pensieve has probably moved on and forgotten all about me or asking to see the other three mugs, but I'm nothing if not a woman of my word.  This is from the first Fun Monday I did.  So these are my three other favorite mugs.  The left mug is a Tim Horton's mug and even though I rarely go to Tim Horton's anymore, their mugs are best.  Heavy and big and I love the writing on the front.  The mug in the middle is a mug my son made me from his Grade 9 graphics class.  That was two years ago and you can see the writing is starting to fade.  It has the halo and says #1 mom with two angel wings on either side of it.  It's priceless to me.  The mug on the right is a mug I received in a Mug Swap.  The lady who sent it to me just happened to love Bichons as much as I did and we were swapping partners.  I love this mug. 

Just a reminder for the next Fun Monday.  Don't hesitate to sign up over at Karmyn's Dreaming What Ifs if you want.  You don't have to have your entry done until June 4th which is really nice.  Since you have to make something.  I'm still brainstorming on this one.  Maybe I'll make a card.  Or a magnet.  Or a pipe-cleaner bunny.  Not sure yet.

And one last thing.  I signed up for a thing called Blogarithm and I am loving it.  I have all the blogs I read in their own categories...personal blogs, craft blogs, cooking blogs, photography blogs, etc. and it's fantastic.  If I only want to read the updated personal blogs I go directly to that category.  It sends you an email everytime blogs are updated so it's right there in your inbox.  Well anyway.  Look at me trying to explain it.  I love it so just thought I would pass it on.

Sunday Morning Coffee

I wish I looked like the above picture.  The grey hair yes.  The perky boobs no.  The green eyes yes.  The tiny waist not even close.  I found this when I was visiting Craftybanshee's Blog this morning.  Go to Meez if you want to make your own.

I've got so much to blog about, a camera full of pictures but one puffed up pumpkin that's been keeping me hopping.  Samantha would be the pumpkin.  She had surgery on friday.  Her wisdom teeth and one very stubborn baby tooth, so I've been playing 'mom' all weekend.  Yes I know I'm a mom.  But as anyone will tell you, the older your kids get, the less and less they need you.  Until they have surgery.

Poor little thing.  She looks like a chipmunk.  A cute chipmunk of course, but a chipmunk nonetheless.  Yesterday was a bad day.  She started on her penicillin and it made her nauseas so today we will be taking only one pill at a time instead of two.  The nurse said two Tylenol 3's would probably be too much for her because she's so tiny so we were to play a bit until we found what worked for her.  One Tylenol 3 and 1 Motrin does the trick.  Oh!  And a little cowbell.......

That's right a cowbell.  As much as some of us in the house wanted to start up a band and have a little more of THIS kind of cowbell.  We bought Samantha the above cowbell because she needed things...alot of things....and as often as I went into her room, it was never the time she needed things.....then when she needed things, we wouldn't hear her calling.  We hear the cowbell loud and clear.

I'm a Lifer and a Number 5 Investigator..But I'm Not Worried

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What Kind of Blogger Are You?

This number one was actually kind of fun.  Made me think when I answered the questions.

You Are 5: The Investigator

You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker. You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does. Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations. You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the world and may change it. At Your Best: You are sharp, inventive, and creative. You have the skills to lead the world. At Your Worst: You are reclusive, weird, and a bit paranoid. Your Fixation: Greed Your Primary Fear: Being useless or incompetent Your Primary Desire: Being competent and needed Other Number 5's: Bill Gates, John Lennon, Kurt Cobain, Bjork, and Stephen Hawking.

What Number Are You?

Your Worry Factor is 23%

You worry a little, but you usually don't go overboard. You know it's good to recognize your fears, as long as you let go of them. So whenever you start to worry too much, just take a deep breath and relax. You're not the worrying kind - and there's no reason to start.

Do You Worry Too Much?