I'm having the staples taken out today. Woo!!

The hubby and I have endeavored to keep them clean, and the wounds themselves no longer bother me, except for the one right below and a little inside of the belly button. It makes it a little awkward in trying to figure out what to wear, because anything too itchy or too tight irritates the bloody hell out of the area.

That being said, I will still have 3 weeks after today before I can eat red meat or dairy again. :/...

So the surgery went well; I have four holes in my mid-section, a staple or two over each one, and no gall bladder.

*insert great joy and happy dances here*

I'm a little sore and feel a little bruised, but I have a feeling that after that passes [and if I endeavor to actually take care of myself instead of consuming a lot of unhealthy junk], that I'm going to feel a -lot- better! =D

I have to eat easy-to-digest foods for about a month: No dairy, no red...

I need a new career, preferably one that doesn't involve the words "answer phones", "take messages", or "secretary".

I would -love- to get involved in a training program and go back overseas, but I'm not sure if I could talk the hubby into it, nor am I sure that it's what the Big Guy Upstairs has in mind for us.

Seriously, though, sometimes I miss it so much that I wish I could just get on a plane and go. I know that if I ask the Big...

It's been raining for two days. Last night, I caught a nasty cold bug, and wasn't able to go to work.

That pisses me off. Don't get me wrong; I'm not exactly in love with my job. But I hate sitting around the house all day with nothing to do except get well even more. [I don't see how housewives do it, but to each her own, I suppose.]

I'm feeling a little better now; my hubby gets off early on Fridays, so he's been taking care of me all afternoon. <3 Just having...

I get to go talk to the surgeon today about getting this thing out of me.

I have to admit, I'm a little scared. I've never had surgery before, and the idea of being put to sleep while someone messes around with my innards is a little bit unnerving. When I had my wisdom teeth out, I wasn't completely knocked out. [I think I had the gas..? I dunno. That was an entire lifetime ago.]

It also doesn't help that hospitals in general creep me out. Don't get me wrong;...