pink is the color of my dreams...

Nov 22, 2008 21:20

Today I was supposed to be in Cleveland, TN bearing witness to a dear friend's wedding to a guy it turns out I quite like. I was going to wear a beautiful blue dress. I was going to cry happy tears and get a little tipsy and try to get the bride to dance barefoot. Instead I was resting at home with my family taking care of me, convinced (perhaps rightly) that I'm crappy at taking care of myself.

Surgery is scheduled for 3 weeks from now. The doc gave me meds which he says cure the problem 70% of the time. I have been lost in a world of pain and self-pity but today my family dragged me out of it. The pain was reduced (though is still outrageous, just not so bad that I truly wish for death) which has me so hopeful that surgery will be avoided. So hopeful.

I feel so grateful for my family. Meg and Mom have been so incredible during what has become a pretty hellish post-partum period. I've been in constant pain, often excruciating, since Keats was born. I'm ready to be well and just enjoying sleep-deprivation and maybe colic. You know, the usual things.

Tomorrow: Uncle Ezra gets to meet his nephew. Frito Pie will be had by most, and something healthier will be had by me at Meg's hand (she's in charge of my nutrition, now). I am looking forward to it all.

sad, me, dad, daily, ez, sick, bren, meg, dr, lucky, brenna, pain, family, mom

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