Sunday, April 17, 2016

Derma-gone-d...

Healing is coming along. One incision is a neat little pink scar, the other side is a fugly red welt that had me almost convinced my insides were gonna come oozing out, and my bellybutton is slowly but surely sliding back into place (although it is STILL a weird outie instead of its introverted-old-self). Yesterday I managed the 1.6km walk over to The FamBily House. Granted I spent the rest of the day resting and recuperating - but the food was yummy and the company was awesome.
On Friday I decided to spoil myself. An opportunity arose for a half hour family portrait session and I pounced on it. Z decided to act more like the family he married into than the one he was born into and actually smiled. (I may have threatened him with bodily harm...I may have been serious too, but he wasn't taking any chances.) 

The photographer was amazing. She coaxed the cutest of smiles out of Buzz. She'd also chosen a beautiful spot behind RBS for the shoot. The rainy days we dealt with early in the week had the babbling brook amped up to a nicely flowing stream.
Gan vacation is going alright so far. Buzz has been home since Wednesday. Mostly he's been 'baking' a lot in his little kitchen. I was HIGHLY amused on Thursday when I woke up from a nap to the sound of the dryer running. I was confused because I had put laundry into the washer and had fallen asleep waiting for the cycle to end. Apparently Buzz had noticed that the washer had finished, so he switched the laundry into the dryer and turned it on. He is a funny kid and gosh is he smart!
Since the house won't be ready for Pesach, we've resigned ourselves to one last weeklong holiday in The Sun House. Only problem being that I had NOT anticipated cleaning the apartment for Pesach. (Then again, I hadn't expected needing to have surgery less than a month before the holiday either...) 

Aaaanyway, as usual The Crazy Lady came to the rescue. She is graciously allowing us to move into The FamBily House for the week. That's a fifth week on Acacia in like two months. Pretty insane if you ask me. On the bright side, it means that now there's no cleaning to do. We just pack up out clothes and 'sell' all of our chametz. Easy peasy.
I'm running out of things to write about, but there were so many awesome pictures from our photo shoot that I couldn't narrow it down any further...
This was a funny shot, Buzz was afraid that Z was going to fall into the stream. He pulled with all his might to keep Z safely on his rock.
Love love love love love this kid. He's might be a handful, but he is just the sweetest.
We even cleaned out his pockets while we were out there. Crumbs for the birds, and less in the house.
I can't believe he's really four already. He's my SuperBuzz.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

118 or so...

Besides the fact that my bellybutton is still oozing gunk, and that my right hip incision is a gnarly looking lump of bruise and glue... You'd barely even know I had surgery less than two weeks ago.

Healing would probably go more quickly if I weren't constantly trying to get things done. You know, things that need to get done. Like dishes, once in a while, cause when they sit for too long the whole apartment starts to smell (and let's be honest, by the time they've sat so long that mold has grown...I really don't want to be doing them. So better earlier than never.)
Not being able to bend over is a HUGE pain in the figurative rear. And have I mentioned that the stupid gas that they pumped my abdomen up with is STILL bouncing around inside of me?! It's lodged under my stomach (as in, the actual organ) and my diaphragm. So when I inhale and exhale I feel the bubbles flutter here and there and truth be told all it does is make me insanely nauseous.
On the bright side - look at the nice yellow color we chose for Buzz's room in the new house. That is bright, literally. See what I did there?
Still grumpy, house is gross, Z has zero time for me because of school, Buzz is officially on vacation from gan as of today...

To be fair I could dehydrate or the suppurating disaster-zone that until March 31, at around noon, was an adorable innie could get infected.

Hmmmm, I suppose it COULD be worse.

Go figure.

Friday, April 08, 2016

Progression

Well - it's been a week since they sliced&diced me. I am feeling better every day.

I pushed myself and made Buzz the birthday cake that he requested. Then he decided that it couldn't be his birthday because things we had promised him had not come to pass. Apparently Pesach and moving into the the new house are mandatory prerequisites to him turning four.

I guess he'll just be 3 for a while longer.

But I was annoyed that 5 days post-op I spent hours in the kitchen making the cake that he had begged me to prepare. So I wasn't going to just let it slide quietly. I wanted pictures. Pictures of the cake, pictures of the inside of the cake, and pictures of him with the cake.

After a face-down-on-the-kitchen-floor-tantrum I made the executive decision that I would take pictures with or without him. Obviously once we set up the scene, and started singing happy birthday to Toffee he came over, curious, and eventually joined in the fun. Because, well, cake!

So in the end I got my pictures. 

I'll just count this one as a victory.






Sunday, April 03, 2016

Phrenic Pain - hitting a nerve...

Hello. It's been over a month since I last posted. I've been a little preoccupied to say the least. (Just a note - this post is not going to end on an overly happy note. If you have any complaints about that - just skip it and wait for the next post...)

March kicked off with us moving into The FamBily House for two weeks while The Parentals were in the USofA on vacation. Somebody had to cat-sit, and house-sit, and Dibble-sit. We were 'somebody'. It worked out really nicely. Buzz had a blast and was quite unhappy when the day rolled around that we actually moved back into our apartment.
The third week of March basically revolved around a crazy number of doctor appointments and pelvic ultrasounds. Apparently ovaries aren't supposed to grow 9cm complex cysts in them. Clearly, my ovary didn't get the all important memo.
And that's how it came to pass that last Thursday I spent a day and a night in the women's ward of Shaare Zedek Medical Center. "Laparoscopic surgery is a breeze." they said. "You'll be up and about in a day or two." they said. "You wont even now we did anything to you, because it's a 'procedure' NOT 'surgery'..." they said.
'They' should be shot. Repeatedly. In soft fleshy areas of their anatomy that don't result in death - just pain. So so so so so much pain. That is what 'they' deserve.
I honestly don't care that I had a 9cm complex cyst with a super thin membrane growing on my ovary. It was there but it wasn't causing any problems. I went from feeling (my version) of decent to being cut open, sore, and suffering from literally being pumped full of gas so that surgeon would have room to move the tool around inside my abdominal cavity. Sound pleasant? Yeah, it's not.
72 hours ago I arrived at the hospital, nervous but feeling fine. Now I'm stuck sitting on the couch in one position because moving causes more pain than I can type about without crying.

Simply put, this sucks.

Oh right, and I didn't even make Buzz a birthday cake.

And Pesach is in 19 days.