Let me take this moment to swear like a sailor, hold my corn cob pipe and my can of spinach...
Just when one abscess wound is pretty much healed another steps in, raises its puss covered hand and says “Hey! What about me?”
I am not going to lie, I am pretty upset. This isn’t the grapefruit that was removed at the beginning of this year, far from it but this feels like 4 steps back from “I am feeling SO good!” times, you know, like a couple of weeks ago and for the last few months! I don’t have to try very hard to have a good, determined attitude but man, it gets challenging to keep it up when you keep getting punched in the gut (or in this case the ass) when you are not looking. I just wanted to rip off my shirt, pull my hair and wail “fuuuuuuck” when my surgeon gave me the news. Sure, I can bandaid with antibiotics but just letting it fester could lead to another grapefruit, sepsis or gangrene...Seriously?! What a way to trim a few inches off of the back forty “Don’t mind that gooey mess on the floor, that’s just a chunk of my butt, the smell should clear out in a few. Here, let’s light some incense...”
If you are new to my blog I soothe myself with dark humor. I was crying when I started writing this but now I feel better after making myself laugh, at least I think I am funny and right now that counts a lot.
This is all I have for today. Hopefully I will be in a better mood by the time I add to this blog.
Hang in there.
Until next time ❤️