Full of Joy

This is not an instance where I can say, "It all happened so fast."  It was actually a pretty slow process, most of which I remember quite clearly. As you know, I had another sinus procedure done this past Wednesday.  Thank you to those of you who prayed for me.  It was something that scared me so bad, and hung over my head tremendously.  I was absolutely dreading the procedure.  I don't care what is done to me when I'm put to sleep. But, when I'm awake and things are being done inside my body, I freak out.  I was praying a whole lot, and did experience peace, but not peace like on the day of surgery.  For some reason I felt like the Wednesday procedure was my cross to bear. Anyway, per instructions, I ate breakfast before my appointment even though I felt so sick to my stomach and really didn't want to eat a thing.  Since I was supposed to take Percocet before the procedure, I had to eat breakfast.  Toast, apple sauce, and half a banana ...

Hello world!  I'm here, just in case you were wondering.  It's day 6 of recovery, and I think overall it has been going well.  I have been through so many other more painful, more difficult things in life that this last surgery has felt like a bit of a breeze.  Don't get me wrong, I haven't been anywhere but in bed or on the couch all week, and I certainly haven't been doing cartwheels or backflips- oh yay,  I don't do those anyway- but as surgeries go, two thumbs up.  Today has been the first day I have been able to tolerate reading.  Reading has made me feel nauseous, especially scrolling through my phone.  Even looking at this computer screen is starting to make me queasy so I better hurry up and finish. What I can say is:  God is so good, and he has given me a husband that is just crazy-amazing.  I've told Chuck numerous times this week he should have been a nurse.  He has served me constantly and sweetly throughout this ...

  Tomorrow at this time, my surgery will be OVER.  I hope to be sitting right back here on my couch, in our newly rearranged living room for my recovery.  The TV was way too far away before, so Chuck (with the help of his brother Timmy) moved it closer for my enjoyment.  I am so looking forward to sitting here tomorrow night with this whole thing behind me.  Hopefully I'll be on some sort of very strong pain-killer and flying high in the sky  feeling much better.  This surgery has been a long-time coming.  I've had a chronic sinus infection since March, and hopefully tomorrow it will be all gone.  It will be bliss! I am so looking forward to breathing!  No need to blab on and on about the physical logistics, it's mostly gross anyway.   I tend to be fearful, especially when it comes to a surgeon "working" inside my face with risk to my vision, hearing, smelling, oh and meningitis.  Sigh.  THANKFULLY, I have Go...

Having recently watched, "You've Got Mail" for the millionth time, I couldn't resist the title.  Though I've also seen, "The Godfather" (thanks to Tara), I don't recall the "going to the mattresses" thing.  For those of you who haven't seen either movie, and are completely confused, we're moving on now. When Chuck and I were engaged, he already owned a queen-sized bed which he had bought brand new before I was in the picture.  I remember the very first time he showed me the bed.  It looked really nice, and cute (for a guy bed) in his guest bedroom.  I distinctly recall sitting on the bed and flinging myself backwards to get a good feel for it.  I also very distinctly recall feeling like I had just sat on the hard floor and flung myself backwards onto the hard ground.  I laughed out loud at how uncomfortable the mattress was.  But, I was engaged, giddy, and starry-eyed- ecstatic to marry the man of my dreams so it didn't bother...

After talking with my Mom, I stand corrected.  A few edits have been made... Recently I was talking to one of my dear friends, Lisa (I never call her Lisa by the way, she is almost always referred to by me as "Fur".) about what she and her husband, Eric might name their baby.  They are keeping the possible names a surprise, but we still had quite a time talking about it.  We ended up discussing what our parents almost named us, and were in tears of laughter about it.  I don't want to mention the names we thought were so hilarious because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings if they happen to actually have the name.  It's just that we're so used to our own names, any other name seems crazy-funny.  During the same conversation, I told Lisa that when my Mom was pregnant with my older brother, she had loved the name Abigail.  She shared her love of the name with someone, and got quite a negative response, which really hurt her.  Then a coule ...