My (perhaps controversial) thoughts as a "newbie" to CA.

Molly50

Sandy, what a great story about your professor!

Trill1943

Oh Lori I'm gonna miss you....But I know you'll have a lot going on--and lots of folks around you, including Alpha Bear--and yes, laughing does make you sore--but I do hope you drop by.... I'll try to keep my posts humorless, dull, dry, flat, ho-hum--you know, how we all used to write--or at least I did--when we were forced to write essays in junior high. I don't want to be responsible for making you sore-er from giggling and hoop-deee-do-ing...

Ladies, I bought a TV! I finally just gave in to impulse and found a 32" Samsung for $199. Not bad considering I paid $179. six years ago for a 26" Best Buy off-brand--a Dynex! (A DYNEX!!! NOW we're living! Any name with an X or a Z in it means it's HOT! Best Buy doesn't even carry the brand anymore. But, hey, I shouldn't be poking fun at it--the thing's still working!!! And well! It just cuts off Michael's arms...)

And I got a Smart TV to boot. So now I can watch Rio's slums and debris-laced waters up-close-and-personal during the Olympics and stream decks and decks of House of Cards!!! Yay!

OK, so I have to wait till Wednesday--Lori's day!!!----till it arrives at my local Best Buy, but that'll give me time to sneak out and find a dumpster at midnight to dump the old TV....

Or maybe I'll give it to a shelter....

Or maybe just dump it...(I bet those folks get LOTS of Dynex's!)

Or maybe I should just hang onto it.

Good ole Dynex in 6 years never didn't NOT come on once!

(And it's also probably more grammatical than I am.)

My father used to say never get rid of anything that never breaks.

After making this largish TV purchase, to ease my anxieties about spending all that $$$ I decided to replenish my green-drink ingredients so I can do a mea-culpa-scarcity-mentality-green-drink-without-even-any-sugar-catharsis session later on. So I stopped in Safeway to get the necessary ingredients.

Halfway down the chicory aisle I sensed an internal movement.

Uh-oh.

It passed.

Then it came again.

I found myself trotting--don't often get to use that word--somewhat rudely scooting around elderly couples meditatively thumbing melons--off in the direction of the deli. Because next to the deli is a bathroom.

I was recalling the can of black-eyes peas I'd eaten earlier. Not just recalling it but getting one of those living lessons in the indigestibilty of beans. Body shoots them back out like rejected credit cards.

I hit the cheeses and ditched my packs of kale and broccoli onto the mounds of Feta and the five million other varieties cheese comes in. (Cheese is just milk. You learn this when you make some. It's just milk with multiple personalities.)

Finally! The bathroom!

But just outside the door I sensed a large cloud of gas was about to leave me and descend on the innocent deli section.

I had to stop.

I couldn't take another step or that would have opened the gate my buttocks had placed in front of the rapidly descending gas grenade that I'd been maintaining a somewhat reckless control over.

So I did what I used to do as a kid when I felt something coming on--or out: leaned over as if to tie my shoelace.

Leaning over seals it.

Now, this works fine if you're wearing sneakers, but the sandals I had on don't have laces. So I had to fumble and look busy and intentional with my head down at around my knees as I waited for my musculature to gain full command and set the bomb going in reverse and, thus, safely away for the moment.

But you only have a moment, or maybe two, because the law of farts is that

they never forget where they're going, and

they always go down.

They know down like the sky knows blue.

They go down and out NOW--

or they go down and out in A FEW MOMENTS.

When it was safe I jerked upright, then, at last, hustled into the sanctuary of the bathroom.

Boy, Safeway needs to do some work on their bathrooms! I'm sensitive to bathrooms and could swear that the same panicky-looking dirty smears on the stall doors ON BOTH SIDES were the same ones that were there the last time I was there--back around Christmas. I mean, Safeway charges beaucoup bucks for stuff and yet Walmart's bathrooms are cleaner. How is that? It almost looks like they're doing some kind of holding-our-breath-to-see-how-long-we-can-let-it-go-before-we-gag game to see how long they can go before they have to DIG IN AND CLEAN. Or maybe the dirt is so deeply engrained in the paint no amount of scrubbing will get it off. Then they should REPAINT! Paint covers a mountain of sins and costs so little! There was an 800 # on the door as I exited and I was almost ready to jot it down and give them a call. I mean, that bathroom gets TONS of use so should be monitored at least as often as it's messed up. The stall door locks are so worn you could lean down and BLOW on them and they'd open. You hang your purse on the hook on the inside and it just dangles there in this tentative way, as though contemplating whether it will suffer less damage if it waits to fall or if would be better to just go ahead and jump.

And the toilet bowl itself. I know I'm tall and that there are more inches to descend till I hit Ground Zero than is true for the average gal, but, hey, this was ridiculous---that bowl was so low when I finally reached it my knees were up around my ears. I sort of hung there, way too close to the floor for comfort, and wasn't sure--like my purse--if I'd be better off just letting gravity have its way and take me completely down. I mean, the Indians would approve and maintain that this posture is the best for elimination, and it is, but it shouldn't also mean the elimination of one's balance.

But I'm rambling. It isn't as if all this analysis was coursing through my brain. In fact, I couldn't have given a damn, because I hadn't even fully landed on the yellowing, ancient-looking seat when an eruption of flatus began breaking forth from me.

It sounded like an out-of-tune French Horn blowing its nose.

I remember as a kid debating with my brothers whether farts were living things. I always felt they were. They sort of...command the moment, like good actors.

This one was Olivier. Hepburn. Tracy. Barrymore. All rolled into one.

Normally I'm super aware of whether there are other occupants of the restroom along with me but this time was different. In fact I never actually checked to see if any feet were poking out from under the other stalls, so whether I was alone this whole time or not I have no idea.

I enjoyed the fact of not caring....like when you do something crazy when you're drunk and don't care.

But, hey, that was close. Gauging from the force of that bomb I had mere milliseconds.

No more bean or bean-type foods before heading out for me. I'll eat a chunk of Longhorn or cheddar and be locked into major constipation for a couple of days first...

Ladies, Happy Fourth of July!

Trill1943

Lori--- Would love to be with you next week. Truly. But I'm there in spirit.

And pass on to your DH that his musical world sounds as rich as Sandy's. I can hear them now:

"There's a meeting here tonight--a meeting here tonight---"

Trill1943

DisneyGirl--O of course I feel complimented when people ask about the book! It will get done, I promise!

WenchLori

Trill, my pockets are open to everyone and I'll even make room for more than everyone on Wendsday morning!

French horn?!?! LOL

I bet the first thing I say when I come out of recovery is "Trill got her tv today"! And they will look at me like I'm insane LOL

I shouldn't be gone for to long, I usually recover pretty quickly. Now with that said I probablyjust jinxed myself! OH MY!

DisneyGirl16

Lori, I'll be in your pocket on Wednesday.

Trill, I am crying from laughing so hard! Thanks for that!

WenchLori

Thank you DisneyGirl! It is such a relief to just let it out and laugh! I was rereading some of the posts and was almost crying when my hubby came to see what was so funny? He's been having a bit of a hard time the past day or so. I think he's worried about me but he won't come out and say it. There's a lot of extra hugging and kissing going on around here and I'm loving every second of it!

I've had an almost panic attack yesterday thinking about everything that's coming up this week. I'm trying to get the house organized but not thinking about the why of it has helped a lot. Not sure if that makes sense??

I'll be back later to read more closely when I have more time.

I love you guys!!

Trill1943

Lori-- I'm glad you got a laugh out of my "experience" yesterday. I'm sure your husband is anxious--sometimes I think it's the family and friends who feel even more anxiety....

Well, your house will be nice and tidy, at least!

I love you!

No-More-Beans-For- Awhile-Trill

Trill1943

Hi gals--

I don't know how I forgot about this. Probably because I was still suffering from PTSD--Post toilet stress disorder.

One of the diciest moments yesterday wasn't just descending to the toilet seat but rising from it.

Remember, I was down so low I was practically at sea level.

After the BMX back in December having to rise from the toilet with drains flopping around and not wanting to strain any tiny part of my anatomy any more than necessary it was hard getting myself "centered" enough to get off the seat. And my thigh muscles had told me after surgery: "Look, give us a break. We're dealing with a distant-but-still-blood relation--your chest--being sizably diminished. We're grieving, OK? Find your own way up."

Then I discovered a simple way to assist myself: I put the heel of my hand on the center of the toilet seat and pushed up.

Worked like a charm!

But yesterday this would have constituted a sanitation disaster, the personal equivalent of the Gulf oil spill.

Put my hand on the toilet seat?

It was bad enough having my REAR on it!

And my rear was SUPPOSED to be on it!

I looked around. Usually there's a substantially strong dual toilet paper gizmo you can rely on if you need something. Or a narrow steel fold-down shelf for holding...I don't know....your Subway sub....

But there was no fold-down shelf.

And there was just a roll of toilet paper dangling from a rattly little wooden rod.

Now, this Safeway also doesn't have the debit card chip thing when you check out. You still swipe. They can charge you $5.00 for four little pearls of Feta cheese without sniggering at you but not up-grade their gizmos along with their prices. For public bathrooms the single roll thing is extremely old-fashioned. Nowadays most places--gas-station restrooms excepted--have wised-up about supplying enough toilet paper. (Even so, we've all, I'm sure, had the unfortunate experience of finding that after wrenching around and getting the door to slide and expose the Backup roll that we were actually AT the Backup roll and thus we're not out of shit but we ARE shit out of luck. Reminds me of my friend Sue--of dachshund fur scarf fame---who when she visited Arlington's JFK memorial with her family when they got there there maintenance workers were maintaining and things were shut off. Sue turned to her daughter and said, "Well, so much for an Eternal Flame.")

I think bathroom engineers must have been on some sort of drug when they designed the dual-roll gizmo. I mean, they're massive! They must contain enough steel to cover at least one fridge door in a Kardashian kitchen. (I sent two companies my own suggestion: install a stainless rod and sink on it a row--maybe five--of rolls of toilet paper. Roll empty? Lift off the tube and toss it, and, voila, a new roll ready to wipe! They declined my idea, deeming it "too outhouse-like." )

There was no way I was putting my weight on that single roll.

To my right things were no better. The plastic toilet-seat-cover holder had obviously been used for this purpose before, because it was sticking half-an-inch from the wall.

I stared at that gap and it just stared tauntingly back at me.

I looked down at the floor. Did I dare press my fingers to it, to at least keep myself from pitching forward and crashing into the door?

Remember: I was so low I could see the underside of the bowl.

But the floor had a....um....sticky look.

Wow, this was getting to be worse than thigh-muscle exercises!

It was the toilet-seat-cover holder or nothing.

I reached up, put my hand on it, and, with the thought in mind that I'd not use it to do any more than stabilize myself, gathered the rest of my body to ascend.

Up I went. I had so far to go my ears popped.

But I was up!

I grabbed my purse where it was still quaking with fear on the hook and blew on the wobbly lock, blowing it open, and entered the rest of the bathroom, readying to wash my hands.

But no.

Of course no.

No hand wash for me.

Sorry, Sanitation Police!

I'd have needed two sinks,

the second to wash off the first.

ChiSandy

Trill, only you could make a visit to the rest room a compelling read---one that would certainly be welcome in a rest room should the object of one’s visit not be forthcoming. And speaking of “eternal flames,” good thing there was not one nearby when your flatus was making its exit.

Lori, I’m impressed by that stringed arsenal. Do you two ever go to Bean Blossom? I’ve never been--I’m more into old-time and classic folk (trad and original) than I am into bluegrass. Truth to tell, the latter requires way too much virtuosity for my humble fingers.

Trill1943

ChiSandy--

Ha-ha!

Well, at least the coming together of that eternal flame and my gaseousness would have meant I'd never ever need a high colonic!

Years ago, when all our colons were so much younger, I asked one of my brothers what a high colonic was (does high colonic mean it starts low and moves high, or starts high and moves low? And what constitutes a low colonic?)--he was deep into alternative things of all sorts at the time and practiced (as opposed to having learned it) this treatment--and he mumbled it had something to do with a board. And "irrigating" while lying on this board.

I thought he said "irritating," so of course it made no sense (well, it made no sense either way...)

Why would you lie on a board and have your colon irritated?

None of the images of a high colonic that I pictured in my head helped me understand, and some even made my own go into spasm. Either this was a convoluted sex practice, a form of sado-masochism, with the board the irritating sadist--like roommates we've all had--and the colon the irritated masochist--like we've all been--(or, I wondered, maybe it was the other way around and it was the colon doing all the annoying stuff to the board. The image made me so dizzy I had to sit down...) OR my brother had taken a long, Mother-May-I stride into the Twilight Zone after Simon had said You May.

No matter how often I asked him to explain, things just got cloudier. How can you poop while lying flat on your back on a narrow board? That would make all my rear-end muscles seize up like a fist....

But I did see some evidence of what was going on when I came home from work one night soon after and the upstairs bathroom's brand-new rug was missing--never to be seen again--and the floor was soaking wet. Evidently a high-colonic had, like, led to water---or something--I didn't ask for an autopsy and a breakdown of the contents--come over the edges of the tub. Was there so much--uh--stuff--that it filled the tub?

We were on the eve of listing the house for sale and I was frantic.

But I was also upset, and even more than about what would happen to our sale prospects, at the fact that I'd often have this nightmare wherein I'd be taking a shower in that bathroom and the floor would give out under the tub just as I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair and I'd go crashing head-over-heels down into the living room, landing smack on top of the piano.

My other brother, the quiet, resourceful one (who lives by the motto "Shut up and fix it," so different from mine: "hold off on the fixing part until you've vented dramatically for several hours") had to re-set tiles and take up the toilet and get a plumber to re-seat it or something. Something to do with a "wax seal."

The toilet was attached to the floor with a WAX SEAL? Were we living in the Dark Ages? Were my fears of taking a header in the shower more well-founded than I realized? Were those nightmares--or precognitions?

(Why do we think we're so beyond outhouses, anyway? Come to think of it, maybe those one-holers and handy fat Sears catalogs weren't such bad ideas after all. They don't make big fat catalogs like that anymore. Even L L Beans' are skinny. Anything, sales-wise, of comparable volume would have to be eBay. But say we did decide to regress a little in the name of preserving our sanity and started up an External Toilet movement. What would we do for ripped Sears pages---swipe left on our iPads?)

But toilets attached to floors with wax seals were NOTHING to a full-sized, non-paralyzed man lying on a narrow board to go to the bathroom on his back.

I honestly think mom took us way too fast though toilet training...

JBeans

Trill - I thought of you and your near miss on gassing Safeway shoppers today as I had to "go" on my way up to visit my Mom.

A man entered a gas station (one I frequent and know the layout and where the washroom is like the back of my hand) just slightly ahead of me today. It was likely his first time there as he turned left upon entering. I passed him on the right striding directly for the washroom. Just barely I heard him mutter about finding a washroom as I passed him and a wave of guilt fell over me. I pointed out the washroom and offered to let him go ahead of me since he entered the gas station first fully expecting he may decline the offer. He didn't. He took a long time. I had an uncomfortable wait. I had my concerns about gassing the gas station convenience store and all present. I had concerns about more than that. Ug. I didn't do the fake shoe tie but I should have. Thank goodness it was quiet and only gassy but it wasn't pleasant. Thank goodness I stood near the washroom and could blame it on emanating fumes.

Whew. And to top it off I discovered my mom's septic needs pumping so I dug for the cover for an hour and a half. Ug. Good thing the gas station was there. No pooping at moms until it's pumped on Monday. Guess the kids may add to their repertoire of nature pees a good old fashioned nature poop in a bag. Mom and I shall skip that skill and head into town for coffee and the facilities tomorrow morning I think.

Trill1943

JBeans--

O God--these stories are the best....I've been letting out involuntary belly-laughs for the past couple of days as I recall those old gassy moments and now I have yours to turn to to chuckle over....

The bend-over-your-pretend-loose-lace (better than loose that other stuff...) would have worked. Luckily yours was just the sound--if I gather correctly--of air leaving a tire, and not like mine. "Gassing the gas station convenience store..." How funny.

And then to discover your mom's septic needs! No toilet! Aye aye! (Is there a cat box handy by any chance? Or cat litter you could dump into something expendable and handy?) (There are always solutions.... We didn't get to the moon to learn we were un-clever.....)

Your mention of septic systems reminds me....well, of many things.

It would, wouldn't it?

No, just a quickie. (Pantaloon wonders what's so urgent with me here at the laptop so much...)

While we were selling my mom's house we were all trying to keep it up, etc. One brother, Tom, of high colonic fame (above), had years before built himself on the property a little shed to serve as his foundry and studio for making lost-wax sculptures. He eventually just moved into it.

But his "alternative" style meant no inside running water, so no toilet, kitchen, etc.

Don't ask me.

I have no idea.

It worked for him.

It wasn't till later that I learned certain things that I'd successfully avoided knowing about, such as that to dispose of his waste he had to go down the back hill behind the house where the septic tank was and "pour"--or whatever--I'm still voluntarily blocked as to the details--its contents down a narrow open pipe standing up out of the weeds.

That summer I'd moved into the downstairs bedroom that had been my parents'. Its back two windows faced the green and lovely woods that descended to a little stream where we'd played as kids.

The time to interview prospective realtors had come. I'd waxed floors and hauled give-aways and de-cluttered. Skip had roofed the house with shingles. The kitchen was sparkling. The chocolate chip cookie dough had been heated and re-heated so many times it was brick-hard. The grass was mowed and the field tidied. The garage and work-shop had been neatened. Skip had printed a lovely little sign and placed it on the tall board fence setting Tom's house/studio off from the rest of the property, stating that the building on the other side of the fence was not part of the listing. Tom wanted to take his little house to New York. We just didn't want anybody going back there and snooping. (In the end, the little house didn't go to New York and the couple who bought now use it as a garden shed.)

Here came Martha and Helene--a realtor team from Severna Park. They smelled of Estee Lauder and wore hose and their BMW matched their almost-matching outfits.

The tour began.

We entered the downstairs bedroom. The sun was streaming in the screened windows. Martha raved over the old log cabin quilt I'd that week found in an antique shop and that now covered my bed. Helene asked if I collected dolls as two were perched on either side of my pillow.

They were examining the room's bathroom. I stood back, waiting as they checked it out.

Suddenly I saw a flash of movement out one of the rear windows overlooking the hillside.

Tom!

With a big white paint bucket!

I watched, frozen, as he went down the hill toward the septic tank--and that handy little pipe.

I stared, helpless, as he gingerly tipped the bucket over it and began to pour. Or dump. Or whatever.

The June day had been sunny and warm and a little humid, but there had been no wind, or even a breeze.

As though Mother Nature was just then reminded of the fact that she'd not stirred one blade of grass all day, she set a brisk breeze wafting right up that hill and into the open windows. A breeze carrying--

you guessed it.

It entered the room with the precision of a well-aimed ball thrown by the best pitcher the Yankee's have on their roster.

I have no idea what Martha and Helene thought it was.

I almost apologized for passing gas, but held back.

They wouldn't have believed me anyway.

When they left, I called in sick at my medical records evening job at the hospital.

I had a tension headache.

I'd just had a root canal done right into a tooth I'd just had crowned and had some tylenol with codeine left.

I took two.

Mistake.

An hour later, so nauseous and ill-feeling I thought I'd pass out, I called 911.

Did they give me a shot of Fentanyl in the ER? Whatever it was it was something so powerful it made me hallucinate that I was telling Skip we had to ALL leave when there were to be showings of the house IF there were showings of the house because if not we'd all still be living there when we reached Medicare age.

He says I said it.

Trill1943

ChiSandy, you ever hear of a duo named Inman and Ira? I had one of their albums back in the '60's. Two black guys who sang I think a cappella. Chain-gang type songs and traditionals as I recall...

JBeans

Good - luck tomorrow Lori! :-

Trill1943

Lori, all the best this week! Panty and I will be thinking of you...

ChiSandy

In your pocket tomorrow, Lori! Trill, that’s a duo new to me--and not exactly the genre I followed back in my teens. (My dad had a lot of the Weavers, Almanac Singers, Burl Ives, Theo Bikel and Marais & Miranda; and my hip cousin Susie--four years older--had just begun introducing me to the pre-plugged-in Dylan, Baez, PP&M, and Muddy Waters. (Years later, after I’d moved to Chicago, the bartender at the comedy club where I was the opener had a day job as Muddy’s secretary).

Trill1943

ChiSandy, thanks! I've been looking for I & I for a long time...no luck....they were so good!

Your musical history/career is a rich one....

Boy, can you imagine how it would be to be Muddy Waters's SECRETARY!

Years ago I did a gouache of Lightnin' Hopkins for a final in an art course I was taking at U of MD. I hated the course and barely scraped by...hated it cause its snotty instructor used to just plunk a grubby jug, a dirty pot, and a messy spoon haphazardly on a table covered with a dirty rag...then tell us to paint or draw it and then LEAVE for the entire hour or two!! He taught us nothing cause he was eternally skipping out, then skimming back in 5 minutes before the class ended and mumbling something/something about homework....don't you hate teachers who are so bad and almost turn you off to something you went in loving? Thankfully there were others who were much better and re-ignited the fires...

WenchLori

JBeans, Trill and Sandy, THANK YOU! Thank you! Thank you so very much! I've been pretty busy the past few days but I've been lurking and keeping an eye on all of you! I'll take notes so I don't miss anyone once tomorrow is over and done!

My love to you all!!!

Trill1943

Take care, Lori! See you on the flip side!

MelissaDallas

See you Lori! I'll be thinking about you!

WenchLori

Hi everyone! Thank you for all the well wishes and prayers! My Pastor from church called before services tonight check up on me. I could hear his laughter over the phone before he hung up, and I heard him tell his wife that I'm a blessing to the Church. What a relief! I was afraid they'd ask me to find another house of worship once they got to know me!!

I'm doing great so far except... My BP bottomed out a few hours ago. BOOGERS!

All in all I'm feeling great and it seems I'm getting fought over as to who gets to come in when I buzz. TMI!! I had to get rid of some really really beautiful blue pee. I was admiring it when one of the girls came to check on me. I had buzzed about 4 mins b4 someone came to help. She apologized for taking so long, I told her it was fine as I'm a very patiant patient. She laughed soooo hard and said she hears a lot of hospital jokes but it was the first time she'd heard that one. I think she was fibbing lol

I had reconstruction immediately afterward. I think I'm doing so well as my previous augmentation that was done 30 years ago was a perfect "boob job"! The pockets were perfect and the implants were intact and there was absolutely no sign of calcification anywhere. That's not my usual kind of luck but I'll take it!

I'm not in much pain so far and I have to warn myself that that doesn't mean I can do things I shouldn't. I'm being a goodietwoshoes and listening to what I'm told. The girls love the chuckels I give them, it's all in a day's work ya know. I can hear the other women aren't doing so well so I'm giving the girls a break! I hope I feel this good and happy in the morning!

I'm going to try to get some sleep but I'm not tired at all! What gives?!?

Love to All

Molly50

Lori, I bet the nurses love you!

Trill1943

O Lori, I was so glad when just now I decided to check in to bco...and here you are!! Wow!! That's so excellent!! I've been thinking of you all day and night, wondering how things are going. For you to write so much and so, well, fluidly, that speaks volumes!! Sometimes that's really, really hard to do when going through major physical stuff...so, hats off to you! (And how great that your implants were done so well way back then....)

Miss Panty's been watching youtube funny cat videos....I was in the kitchen doing something and I looked toward the bedroom and saw the back of her head and her little airs perked up, intently watching a cat hovering on the edge of a tub, meowing like crazy--you know, that deep guttural yowl of misery--and Panty was following the action as though she was watching a big ole Spielberg movie. I would love to have had my camera nearby to get a photo of her but it was right there near the bed and I knew coming into the room would change her whole demeanor, etc.

I know your own critters are missing you. I hope you continue to do well. Now, be nice to the nurses (I know you will, I'm just kidding!)

All our love to you, sweet gal! (I'll bet your husband's relieved it's done!)

Trill and Miss Panters

VLH

WenchLori, love the idea of you admiring your blue pee. Tee Hee...or should I say, "Tee Tee"?

WenchLori

Yay! I'm home and doing pretty good! I'm sore but getting around slowly :-)

A few church friends have dropped off our dinners for the next few days. Oh man, we are eating like royalty. Yummy!

As soon as my DH and I walked in the door from the hospital my Mom is yelling from her apartment that she has a problem. My hubby chuckels as I told him this was going to happen last week. Well, she actually has a pretty bad problem and wasn't happy that I told her there's nothing I can do for her. I called a good friend of ours from church and she took Mom to the ER for me. I love my Mom but I'm not dying for her. Bad Lori!! She does have bleeding from her back end. They don't know what the problem is at this point but they'll be keeping her over night for testing. I may call my brother to see if he and his wife can come visit this weekend to help out with her?? I feel bad but I'm kinda tied up in tubes right now :-/

WenchLori

There is a pair of fluffy boobs, a pair of drain bags a seat belt pillow and a nice carry bag. I'm liking this lol

Trill1943

Lori, you sound so good! How great you are home and "eating like royalty"!! So wonderful! I love your photo showing your recovery tools....sounds like you are SET! Yay!

Sorry about your mom but right now you need to focus on YOU. She's gonna be taken care of--glad they are keeping her overnight to see what's going on. I'm glad you are being healthily selfish. (How can you help someone else when you yourself are going through a lot and healing?)

I'm so glad you're home! Take care....feast away on that food!

love, t and p

DisneyGirl16

Lori, so glad to hear you are doing so well. And don't feel bad for taking care of yourself for a change. Hopefully, the hospital can figure out what is going on with your mother.

WenchLori

It's hard putting myself first but I'm doing it! Thank you everyone for your support. I slept for 6 hours last night and I feel really good this morning! Very little pain and I'm getting around easier than I thought I would. I'll be going over all the posts and catching up on all of you. I'm keeping an eye on you and making sure your having your usual wacky good time!

(((((ALL))))