New...sort of...about Todd
This afternoon Todd texted me and said: They took six inches out of my colon. I have 17 staples in my tummy. Ok, I couldn't let that go unanswered, so I called him about 30 minutes later. He answered, sounding very drunk. I said he must be on some really good drugs, and he giggled....yes giggled. He was drunk as a lord. I'm not sure how he ever had the dexterity to text me. He told me that they removed the entire tumor and sent it to pathology. They are making an appointment with an oncologist while waiting for results from pathology. That may be a precaution, but it doesn't sound too good. He says they think they got the entire tumor, but he doesn't know yet if he will need additional treatment. I told him I loved him and hung up. I'm fairly certain he won't remember talking to me. I am nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs.
And I have a frickin headache that's trying to be a migraine. I hate the barometric pressure. Just rain and get it over with!!!
Bill will most likely be home late tomorrow.
I hate the "joys of womanhood." And if I see one more Always commerical that tells me to "Have a happy period!" I'm going to cut someone's heart out with a spoon.
Nervous and bitchy headbanger out.
And I have a frickin headache that's trying to be a migraine. I hate the barometric pressure. Just rain and get it over with!!!
Bill will most likely be home late tomorrow.
I hate the "joys of womanhood." And if I see one more Always commerical that tells me to "Have a happy period!" I'm going to cut someone's heart out with a spoon.
Nervous and bitchy headbanger out.