My surgeon awaits

Surgery is scheduled, finally, and my lovely surgeon awaits. Okay, maybe my surgeon won't be operating with straight razors and look like Johnny Depp (actually she looks more like Jodie Foster), but I'm set for the 18th of this month.

Oddly enough, it'll be outpatient surgery. This I find somewhat concerning, not because I have any of the traditional reservations about general anesthesia (y'know, like dying on the table and so forth). No, my concern is more dignity-related. You see, some years ago as I was in the recovery room from having my wisdom teeth pulled under general anesthesia, I'm told I crept out of the room and crawled down the hall ON MY HANDS AND KNEES. When the nurse (a pair of white shoes and stockings from my point of view) came to find me, I burst into tears.

So I'm kind of hoping I behave myself a little better this time. It took many, many years to live down that stunt.

NOLA laugh of the day

Check out the Mystic Krewe of Barkus!

Smoke 'em if you got 'em

My sweet husband. (Yes, the guy I just called bad names in the last post-- heheh.) Anyway, I'm probably a couple of weeks from surgery. So, he's been keeping me in wonderful food-- he baked cookies, took me out for stromboli (my fav), brought good chocolates, the works.

I kind of laughed today, over a mouthful of sausage, onion and pepper stromboli about how much I'm eating and how much I'm not going to be able to stomach while I'm on chemo. Quoth El Freddo? "Hey, now's the time. Smoke 'em if you got 'em." Gotta love that man. Although, come to think of it, I'm going to have to work out a LOT to work off that damn stromboli if I don't lose my appetite with chemo!

Parenthetically, the Super Bowl is kind of a snooze this year so far. Ads aren't too bad, though. It's not often blogging is more interesting than football. ANY football.

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Addendum on Superbowl: BEST FINAL TWO MINUTES OF A GAME IN AGES! Love them Giants!! But last last 0:01 was a bit odd...

That darned fool has done it again!

Oooh, that husband of mine! First he introduced me to the wonder that is LaMar's doughnuts. Then Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now what foul depravity has he inflicted on me? Guitar Hero, that's what.

I have been solidly refusing to play this damn game for two solid years. Once, when he first got the game, I gave it a shot. I sucked. I quit. End of story.

Now, however, we have TWO guitar game controllers. We can play together-- one playing bass and one playing guitar, el Freddo on "expert" level, me on "easy." Oh. My. Gawd. That is SO MUCH FUN! I rocked out to "Infected" and "Sweet Child of Mine," two favs, and I was hooked. I'm a middle-aged, suburban rock'n'roll GODDESS!!

What's next? Smoking crack?

No, you're not in the wrong place

I just changed up the look of the blog again. I like to do that.

A gal learns a little HTML and-- voila!-- she's a danger to herself and others. So don't be alarmed if the next time you visit, the blog looks different again. Just keeping myself e-amused.

Kimmie Cares dolls

Well, here's a poser. I am looking at these great dolls to help explain to my 4 year old about what's going to happen to mommy while she's being treated for cancer. It's called Kimmie Cares dolls and I have all kinds of respect for them. But they're not for us.

Why, you ask, are these lovely, sensitive dolls not for us? Let's see: First they have a doll with long, flowing locks. Then the next stage is a doll with raggedy short hair, then bald.

Turns out the raggedy short hair version looks JUST LIKE me with my current hair!!

Intellect: 0 Doctors: 1

Okay, never EVER read a pathology report yourself. I did. Fred did. We googled the terms. We concluded I was doomed. Utterly.

I'm not.

Am I in for a walk in the park? a bed of roses? Oh HELL NO. I'm getting surgery, chemo and THEN, for added laughs, some radiation. And then, stay tuned for some tamoxifen, baby. The hits just keep on coming.

So if you're going to the pool with me this summer, I'll be the bald one in the really big hat with absolutely no skin exposed to the sun whatsoever.

But, by GAWD, I'll be there.