First Day Back


Oh my dear Lord in Heaven!!!! Today was my first day back in the office and to say I was exhausted by the time I got there was an understatement. I thought the swelling in my belly had gone down since I could get my fat pants zipped and fastened. Well that was until I realized I had to undo them once I got there. Thanks to my BFF and her bella band (I need to get one just for days when I feel fat, this thing is a God send!) I undid my pants and went about the tiring mission of trying to pick up where I had left off last week.

After a long meeting with my boss, where I might have been a tad edgy and will blame on the surgery, I got back to my desk and tried to focus. Umm, that didn’t go so well. I actually have just gotten to the point where I could see my phone and it’s messages yelling at me to pay attention just a few days ago. Again, focusing seems to be my biggest problem at the moment. Not sure why I am having this problem but hopefully I will be back to normal soon. Several co-workers noted how nice I looked as I limped my way through the office.

I stupidly walked around to say hello and thank random people for calls, cards and prayers. I did show my pictures to any and all that wanted to see them. My boss was not one of those people though, swiftly grabbing an envelope for me to put them in so he wouldn’t even accidentally see them.

Sidenote: did you know that ovaries are white? Or that a uterus looks like the top of a baby’s head with the veins running all around? Me neither! But it sure is cool!

I didn’t get a chance to talk to Amy though, the brave one who was with me the day of my surgery. But I have heard her stories that she told everyone! Apparently, she did not want to be the one to tell me I was staying the night in the hospital. . .I think I took it well. I mean, I was doped up so a lot is still a blur. I also need to get with her to go over questions I need to ask my doctor when I go see him next week.

I got there a bit before 8 and that was late for me but then again school has started and for some reason people forget how to drive when school is in session. By 815 I was wondering if I could go home due to being so overwhelmed with how tired I was. I managed to stay until 1130 but now I wish I had taken another day because that kicked my butt. I got home and tried to nap but when I get to the point of being really tired I start to fight sleep. Nice huh?

So I will be heading back in tomorrow to try and get some work done but at least I have the knowledge that I can leave when I need to instead of sticking around until 4. I don’t regret having the surgery but I wish I could figure out how to get my energy level up so I didn’t feel like I was an 80 year old women stumbling around. And the fact that I am all about being so independent, well this surgery has put me in my place with regards to that. I think that irritates me more than this stupid belly.

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What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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