It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Hi Everybody!

I’ll try not to be as crabby as my last post, but we’ll see how things go.

Last week BSG and I were in the Black Hill of South Dakota for his parents’ 50th anniversary. It was gorgeous country and the weather was fabulous. Everyone got along, which was great since we have 11 people in one house. If the trip went on a little longer, that may not have been the case. We saw Mount Rushmore, Crazy Horse, a couple of bison and pretty countryside. If I knew how to get my photos from my phone to my computer, I would post them. From as far as I can tell, what goes from my camera to my photo stream is pretty random and I have no control over any of it.

It was kind of a “smash and grab” vacation, though. His mom had a pretty full agenda because she didn’t want anyone to be bored. So it was hurry to this place, hurry to leave, hurry hurry hurry. If you weren’t ready to go when she had her cane in hand, you were already late. We found that out the second night when we were going to Mount Rushmore for the evening ceremony (our house was about 15 minutes away). We were all milling about when all of a sudden it was time to go. BSG and I went downstairs to our basement room to get our shoes and then we were making sure doors were locked. When we walked out onto the deck, we heard gravel crunching and watched both cars full of family heading down the road. Well, okay…

Finally someone noticed that they had more space than usual and turned around to get us. That kind of sums up a lot of the trip. That and the trip to the Golden Corral when we arrived. It was disgusting on so many levels. To sum this part up, overheard in the ladies room was this gem: “You feel like you need to take a shower after eating all that sticky stuff.” “You got that right!”

Overall, it was a nice trip and I’m glad I went.

Next up, my parents’ 50th in August. I called my SIL and she had no idea, and no idea we were coming in. Keep in mind, they live across the road from my parents and they see each other almost every day, at least once a day. So there was some last minute planning on dinner reservations, photos, etc. Of course, MomH is all “Oh, we don’t need to get family photos. That’s too much work.” Sigh.

Winslow is getting better. Or at least we’re keeping better track of him and there’s been much less by way of clean-up of cat pee. He’s a favorite down at cat camp, the big handsome boy with a giant friendly personality. The vet techs manning the cat kennel love him. Of course, they are confusing with his chattiness for affection, when he’s really just begging for food. Whatever keeps him and them happy, it’s all good. He recovers right away when he’s home, it’s just the transport back and forth that stresses him out. They say he’s great and relaxed while he’s there. It’s such a relief to have that place.

What else? My dental implant process is ALMOST finished. My periodontist is super detailed, which is good I guess, but I don’t like driving all the way to his office to have him look at the progress and say “looks good. Come in next week and I’ll do something worth coming in for.” Okay, he doesn’t say that exactly but that’s the reality. Sheesh. At least let me sit in the chair for as long as it took me to get there.

WARNING – FEMALE ANATOMY DISCUSSION: My lady doc says I need a hysterectomy. I have a giant fibroid that’s taking up my entire uterine cavity. A couple options – full hysterectomy (minus the ovaries) and including the cervix. Um, I’d like to keep that part, thanks. Or the surgery that is in the news for spreading cancer around by going in and macerating it out. A friend had that and then the fibroids went nutty inside her body and wrapped around her kidneys and heart. Seriously. She almost died and had to go MD Anderson in Houston. So no, that’s not an option either. Just a regular ol’ surgery, please, leave the cervix. Thanks.

I’ve been talking to friends who’ve done it and it’s either “It was the best thing ever! You’ll love it!” to “It was horrible! Don’t do it!” But living with a uterine barnacle isn’t an option, so I need to pick a date and get this moving. Lately my periods aren’t so much Shark Week as a documentary about icebergs calving off of a glacier. A giant seismic shift and then KERSPLOOOOOOOOOSH! Of course, if you’ve had any of the above options, I’m all ears on your experience.

FEMALE ANATOMY DISCUSSION OVER

Okay, that should do it for now. Thanks for reading this far!