Bingerina’s Weblog

Things I learned about having surgery:

There aren’t any cute male nurses in Memphis (unless you count my hubby!).

I will always be my momma’s little girl and she will always be a nervous wreck anytime one of her babies is hurting.

Stitches are itchy.

Talk your husband into stealing a heated blanket from the hospital and hope he listens better than mine did.

“Discomfort” is actually a hateful word that doctors use instead of EXCRUCIATING pain.

There is no longer any such thing as being a modest and sexy wife to my husband anymore because he has had to help me to the bathroom every few hours since Thursday night.

There are some goooood drugs out there and there are some that don’t work at all!  Figure out which ones are which BEFORE you let someone cut you open.

Dr. Kutteh is my personal hero.  He not only saved my ovary… but he also correctly diagnosed some major issues and worked hard to resolve them all in this one surgery.   He is dedicated to helping The Doc and I get that baby that we so desperately want.

Small towns are amazing places where people still pray for each other and cook meals for the sick.  You couldn’t pay me to move from this place.

The most beautiful words to wake up to:  “It’s not cancer.”

And last,

I have the sweetest most attentive husband on Earth.  He has thought of everything… from telling me that my little surgery hat matched my eyes, to protecting me from bossy old mean nurses,  to literally carrying me all over the house, to making sure we had those “bendy” straws so that I wouldn’t have to sit up to take my meds, to ALWAYS being ready with the exact number of pillows I need, to waking up at all hours of the night to make sure I had my pain under control and to help me to the bathroom,  to making the perfect cinnamon toast….

photo taken by The Doc (my Ceej, that is) via his blackberry:

Off to a drug induced dreamland,

Bing

Ninja Thought of the Day:

“Be as patient as possible. If speed of travel is not important, take as much time as you can. Impatience and the resultant hasty movement that it encourages are the greatest dangers to the person who must move silently without detection.”

-Stephen K. Hayes