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BIONIC WOMAN

ok. here i am. like you've been waiting with baited breath. i'm a bad, bad blogger. you guys have been so awesome. the lovely, supportive comments and e-mails. you guys rock! and i got ANOTHER care package from our friend, lucy! cookies! and banana bread! and nerf guns! and little note pads! all packaged in a personally decorated cannister by her youngest, ben! seriously, how lucky am i to have friends like you guys?

i'm supposed to go back to work on may 2. i'f i'm not ready, i think i'll blow my freakin' brains out. i am so sick and tired of the pain that i've been in every single freaking day since january 24. and of being sick and tired. in my nightstand, right at this moment, i have percoset, vicodin, and ultraset. ok that's a lie. the vicodin's in my pocket. shit.

and i have always been one of those people who could not tolerate pain pills. but if you hurt bad enough, you don't throw up when you take one. or two. unfortunately, i do sound like i'm huffing helium. a lot. jax will come to talk to me and say "are you high?" and then he'll say, "yeah, you are." pisses me off. cuz i don't FEEL like i'm high. i just feel like there's less pain. is that high?

let me advise every single one of you who's ever had any abdominal surgery. c-section. gall bladder removal. anything. if you feel like you've got a tiny hernia near your incision, and your doctor says it isn't a hernia, BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIM. right then and there. THEN make him schedule a cat scan or something. because let me tell you -- YOU DO NOT WANT TO LET IT GO. i wound up with 7 hernias, one area 5 x 9 inches. everything was outside of my abdominal wall. and these organs? they're not happy about being put back inside the new gortex wall (yup. gortex like your boots, jen). this is the worst freaking pain i have ever experienced in my life. so i'm kind of looking forward to my november RIGHT KNEE REPLACEMENT surgery.

i promise you that i'll catch up on your blogs. i'll TRY to read most of the three months that i've missed, but i can't promise anything. in my scattered and scarce approach to what i've been able to see, a lot has happened. engagements, births, blog shut downs, blog reopenings. michelle: tell me about mr. c!!!!! or point me to the relevent posts. help!

bottom line: i do feel a teeny, tiny bit better every day. but i'm impatient. i may have bit off more than i could chew at one time. bill is a fabulous supporter. i am so lucky. when i get low, he picks me back up. literally and figuratively. thank you, will. i love you.

and now more news. meet "bella." dog number THREE. are we freaking nuts or WHAT???!!!