I felt like it would be good to do a little Bloggy Intro Refresher since I've been on (yet another) sabbatical. But, this time I have a really good excuse.
I could even provide a Dr's note if you want proof.
Oh, I get it. Those of you with a bent towards skepticism would like to see a picture of what's been keeping me off the Internet Superhighway, huh? Well, looky here:
I had a much gorier, more offensive, closer upper picture but I accidentally deleted it. So you queasy-stomach readers (which includes me) lucked out. In the other one you could even count the staples. Very Gross.
What? You think this is some anonymous knee I downloaded from some surgical website? You don't think it looks like MY knee? (...which would surprise me, since most of you have never seen my knees...)
Shoot. You are just too clever for me. What gave it away? The puffiness or the hairy-ness?
Or maybe it was that masculine looking toe? If you've been reading my blog for very long (or if you're fortunate enough to know me in person), you may be aware that if I had even one brain cell left in my hospitalized body, I would use it to communicate this important message:
NO PICTURES ALLOWED
I don't even like visitors when I'm in the hospital, much less cameras. I get serious Bedhead. Plus my face just kind of fades away without mascara and lipstick.
Anyway, back to my Excused Blog Absence. The knee pictured above belongs to my husband. Well, actually it's not his knee at all. (I don't even want to think about what they did with his real knee!) He is now the owner of a new, improved (bionic) knee.
My athletic, hunky husband (AHH) has had several knee surgeries in the past, due to a college football injury. He's always breezed through the surgeries, astounding the Drs and reminding me of why I married him. (fortitude, guts,... and a great body.)
But this knee replacement surgery has thrown us all for a loop. He made it through the operation and hospital stay fine, but the 10 days in rehab has been hard on me...I mean, him (oops!). He's had mucho swelling and erraticly effective pain meds. And his roommate is a streaker (no joke.)
Plus, I don't really care for the whole Single Mom, Sole Cook, Sleeping Alone thing. And I miss him helping me with the driving. Heck, I just miss him period.
Once he's home I think the recovery will go much smoother. I mean, it's so quiet here (between 8 and 3), and so peaceful (except when the kids are practicing their brass instruments, or playing piano, or screaming on the trampoline.) And the food is better here, too (or at least it will be when he starts cooking again.) And he won't have to push a button and wait forever to get his medicine (he can just hobble on over to the cabinet and get it himself.)
Other than the whole metal detector problem when we travel, I think I'm going to like having a husband who can run, jump, and leap tall buildings again.
I hope to blog a couple times a week from here on out - or whenever I durn well feel like it. And here's a pretty picture of my new teapot (a girl's got to do something to take her mind off her ailing husband!) to make up for the stapled knee pictured earlier.