Home safe & sound.

thakate:

So for about sixteen years now, I’ve dealt with some minor & major female reproductive organ issues (sorry fellas, being honest)… Well after four procedures over the years, an emotional, hormonal roller coaster of a life, it finally got bad enough that yesterday I went in (well my Dr did) and had one ovary removed (and minor other things cleaned up). I am beyond grateful that everything went well and I was able to come home late last night instead of stay over. I really hate overnights in hospitals. I’m sore as hell & have got some real beauties for incisions going on. I’m thinking bikini season is out for this almost thirty two year old after the multiple of scars I’m now rocking. Just glad to be home, ready to begin my healing both inside & out and so thrilled to have such an amazing, supportive and loving husband. Seriously, for someone who almost passes out at the word, needle, he was a trooper yesterday!

Just took another pain pill so I’m curling up for a bit. Naps, movies, my puppy and books galore for the next few days. :) All is well.

Where I was yesterday.

And yes, I hate even the word “needle.”

Also, scars are hot. Rock that bikini, girlfriend*… we’re all good.

* I’ll bet “Rock that bikini, subservient wife” is prolly wicked sexy hot in some circles