I'm A Quart Low

I've missed you guys. It's been a wacky week. Last Thursday, I had an epidural for my uncooperative spine. Everything was fine until I sprang a leak and started losing cerebral spinal fluid. I guess you don't realize how important your brain fluid is until you don't have it anymore. Yikes, the headache was horrendous and I had the pleasure of laying flat on my back without so much as a pillow for 24 hours. Friday, I was back in the OR and getting a blood patch injected into the spine to seal up my hole. The headache relief was immediate, but I was still nauseous and dizzy so I got another 36 hours of being flat on my back. 2 ½ days in bed and I didn't even get to have sex. When I was finally allowed up, I did what any red blooded girl does. I went shopping. My son just bought his first home so I gave him my kitchen furniture and I needed to replace mine. The new furniture doesn't arrive until Thursday so it makes sense to strip and reseal the kitchen floor while it's empty, right? OK, maybe not so soon after a couple of back procedures. When the doctor told me I could resume normal activity, I don't think he had any idea what that means for me. I vacuumed the floor, I swept the floor, I vacuumed the floor again and I mopped the floor. Then I applied the chemical stripper and went to work getting all the old sealer up. Somewhere about ½ way through the process, my back decided that it had had enough. I think that HATE is probably too mild a word for what my back was feeling about me. I got up the rest of the stripper as best I could and called it quits. After getting ready for bed, I headed back to the kitchen to make sure I had closed the stripper and found one of the cats, Stinky stuck to the floor. Not stuck, stuck, but having a hard time walking and definitely not happy. Well, crap. I put the dogs and two of the cats in my room and went back to try to do something about the floor. By the time I got there, Stinky was nowhere to be found. I decided to go ahead and try sealing the floor again and see if that took care of the stickiness. OK, I admit that this probably doesn't make a lot of sense, but by this time, the pain meds are kicking in. I don't know about any of you, but I still lose a lot of hair. Every other tile now has one of my hairs sealed to it. Should I commit a heinous crime, the police can find my DNA stuck to my kitchen floor. Also sealed to the floor is enough animal hair to make a small puppy, a catsup stain, what appears to be some dried cat barf and what may or may not be a lizard tail. I swear I swept and vacuumed that floor before I started this whole mess. When I finally was done applying the sealer, I stood up, stretched and looked at my handy work. There, lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, was Stinky. If she's still there in the morning, I'll peel her off. Hugs, Connie

I've missed you too! Sorry about the back troubles. I hope that Stinky forgives you! My life is so boring compared to yours! Seriously, try to give your body a little rest. You seem to be made with only an off/HIGH switch. If you could find LOW gear for a while, it might server you well for a while!!! Are you still doing protein shakes? Unjury, or something similar, might speed the healing process. Love you! Keep laughing! Joy

Connie, Connie, Connie I have missed your Life stories. Sorry to hear about the pain issues, but, you have hear this before. STOPPPPPP having so much fun & you might just heal somewhat. Take some much needed rest & hope you feel better soon. Keep telling our stories they do bring a smile to a very boring life. Marilyn, the Bearlady

That was suppose to say Keep telling YOUR stories. Sorry about the spelling. Marilyn, the dummy