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…

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