Hystercovery, Macrobid and a Shitty Summer (with a Dash of Hope)

At the end of my last post regarding my hysterectomy saga, I was waking up after surgery. And when I say waking up, I mean somewhat opening my eyes and talking to people...sorta. I remember Charlie was there, I remember throwing up several times, I remember having a couple of visitors including Cassidy and I…

A Pissed Off Liver and Other Sexy Topics

It only makes sense to start from the beginning when telling the gross, boring story of my gynecologic surgery, right? Pre-op nerves, preparation, arriving at the hospital...all that stuff. But, why start making sense now? While I will describe the aforementioned steps in due time, I feel I must start with where I am now…