BORED!

Yes, this is what I am feeling right now...and have been feeling since the anesthesia wore off Wednesday night.

It's day 3 in my recovery.... I think.

Isn't the day of surgery considered day zero?! Anywho---do you like my picture? The surgeon gave it to big papa when I came out of surgery. I had no idea of what I was supposed to be identifying with in the picture, but it looks interesting. I have one official (unique) picture I can blog about! Woo-hoo!

I am laid up with crutches, so there is not much to blog about..... and I am sooooooo over lying on the couch and having to ask for help! I know some of you right now are probably wanting to slap me and tell me to enjoy it. But frankly, its driving me insane. Trying to discipline my boys in this condition reminds me of the time I was trying to get in the shower with my pink frilly shower cap on my head, while threatening Bubba within an inch of his life. All he did was give me this strange look, while trying not to laugh. Now they know I can't come after them when they give me their strange looks and run off. All I have left is my voice and I am trying------really trying not to yell.

My biggest disappointment on the day of surgery: Having to wear hospital socks and white (thigh high) tights into the OR on both my legs.

Why? Besides the obvious reasons---I shaved my legs that morning AND painted my toe nails on Monday! My legs and feet looked fabulous (in my world) and now they were all covered up. What a shame.

I do have to give kudos to my fabulous husband and mother--for putting up with me over the past few days. Yes--- I am normally a sheer joy to be around, but I have been rather quiet and irritable. It did get worse when I realized I am supposed to use my crutches longer than I had planned. (BTW, isn't it possible for the manufacturer to put a little more cushion/padding on the top of these things?! OUCH!) I think I need one of the floating loungers from the movie "Wall-E."

I am such a joy to be around that I am alone today! Luke took the boys to an off-road expo in Pomona and my mom left for home this morning after the first session of conference. I was sad to see her go, but I didn't want to make her feel guilty, so i told her I was fine! I am sure she had the time of her life playing nurse, chef, chaffeur and babysitter... but she needed to get home to my dad and brother. My mom did everything I asked her to do without complaining or making me feel like I was asking for her only kidney. She is the only person I know who could do this for me, which is why I am glad she made the trip down. She made me laugh after getting home from the hospital when she rubbed my forehead and said: It looks like you need to go back to Sephora and have that guy do your eyebrows!" I chuckled...then I passed out on the couch.

My husband, on the other hand, enjoyed taking pictures of me Wednesday afternoon with cupcake crumbs on my neck and chest---as I slept on the couch. Who could ask for a better man than this?! :) Over the past few days he has played the role of Hitler's long lost twin, scolding me when I am off the couch or walking without my crutches. It makes me feel so loved and my heart swell! :)

---But I am beginning to realize that he is probably sick and tired of hearing me whine over the past 5 months about not being able to exercise (and losing my Pamela Anderson physique) and wants me to feel good all ready.

So----this leaves me to trying to be the good little patient. I am keeping my mouth shut...and lounging on the couch. The good thing about having to watch TV all day is I FINALLY caught the VH1's Behind the Music on NKOTB. Oh yeah!

You all know where to find me if you need me!