I've been wanting to resume my five facts, but somehow I think too much and do too little about it! So here goes.....
My-O-My. Or rather myomectomy. My new medical term for today. It means that the surgery I had Monday that was SUPPOSED to be a polypectomy turned into a myomectomy, which is normal regular language means that what they thought was a polyp that they could snip off turned out to be a fibroid, which took longer and a little more digging to get out, ugh, that last phrase just gave me the shivers. Which is good news because fibroids are almost never cancerous. So that little worry that's been bugging me since November is resolved. Now if I can just FEEL better. For some reason, since it was JUST an outpatient procedure, I thought I would bounce back by the next day. Not. I feel actually like I just had a baby, all that soreness, well, er.....down under.....and cramping.....and weeping. Except I don't have a baby to play with or rather, I can sleep all night and recover. Husband took a nicely unflattering picture of me in my garb which I hope will never see the light of day.
Been working on a couple of other sewing projects but I'm too lazy/tired/unmotivated to take pictures of them yet. (hint-it involves baby quilts!)
I've got a bazillion other little projects in progress but I'm having to take a short break MY-O-MY, and hopefully will be on the mend and feeling normal in a few days.