4/25/05

Well I'm back at work. Surgery went well, she was a bitch when she woke up and basically the whole day, but she is 6 years old, so how can you blame her. She flipped out when she was in the recovery room, she was crying and trying to take the IV out and all the other wires hooked to her. She kept asking for a drink and saying her throat hurt. I felt helpless. Her reaction surprised me. She was literally freaking out. Saturday and Sunday was much better, actually surprising me. She was happy and go lucky and wanted to go shopping. I guess it helped she was pumped with Tylenol w/codeine. Today Dwight had off work and offered to stay with her. That was incredibly nice of him. I had to come to work, so I thought she had to go to school, even though she really isn't ready to start talking yet, but then he offered to stay with her, so that was perfect, she can stay home one more day and she should be ok tomorrow. Now I am just gearing up for my biopsy on Friday. What fun, 2 surgeries in 7 days. Just pray that I do not have breast cancer.
What else lets see.....Oh the drama of my mother, So her granddaughter just had surgery and she calls to see how she is doing and we talk for a few minutes and I ask her if she is going to send her some flowers, that Lexy would love that. And here come the excuses, I've been at work all day, right they don't give you a lunch break? I just remembered was the second excuse, well you called me a 7:30 am, you remembered!!!! And the third, my car just broke down and I am broke. I am sure that you can find $20 to send your granddaughter a Get Well Soon flower arrangement. Please, you and dad make twice as much as me and have the same amount of expenses. So, Saturday, flowers arrived from my mother. I swear that women.
More drama.......Dwight spend the night on Saturday night, because I didn't really want to be running around with Lexy and so in order for us to see each other, he had to come to me if we were going to spend any time with each other. So everything is great we have some amazing sex-as always and go to sleep. Next morning, he gets up before me-as always and is doing some work on my computer and I get up a little later. He gets ready to leave and I remember he and Dante have some clothes that I washed for him and give him the stack and in the stack is a tank top that is my x-husbands and not his and he starts asking me who's it is. And I'm like I thought it was yours and told him it must be Randys (my x-husbands) and he didn't like the sound of that. I'm like I didn't mean it like that. I try to explain to him that when the kids come home from his house clothes are always mixed up in there and he wasn't hearing it and left without a word. I as I completely understand his attitude, as I would have acted the same way, I knew that I NEVER cheated on him so he had nothing to worry about and I was determined to convince him of that. So I waited about 15 minutes so he could cool down and be rational. And I reminded him of a time when I found a shirt at his house that did not belong to me and basically it was the exact situation and for him to keep an open mind because it happened to me too, and he had to trust in my love and commitment. So he understood and everything is ok, but I know how it feels to be him and it sucks. So I felt bad. Even though the shirt got to my house on accident, and I had nothing to do with it, I felt bad that he thought I cheated on him. For the record, I have never and would never, and I totally love Dwight with all of my heart.
Well, that seems to catch us up for now, I'll read today's headlines and write later if anything pops out at me and gets my emotions.