Friday, April 16, 2010

TMI Does Not Just Stand For Three Mile Island--UPDATED!

Today I have to have a minor surgical procedure. Which is cagey-speak for don't ask, don't tell because it may or may not involve my bum-bum and a cyst which is my new least favoritest word ever, even moreso than the word turd. I mean, it's not that bad or even that grotty, and obviously I suck at being cagey. Anyhoo. My mom is spending the night tonight to take care of me, so all is well, if a little twitchy and yuck.

I have never been good at withholding information.

See you on the flip side of Vicodin!
xo,
S

UPDATE! Consider yourselves lucky that the doctor would not let me take home what they, er--took out. It has to go to the pathologist. Nor would they let me take a pic of it with my iphone. Something legal, mumble mumble, I'm a freak. But what I want to know is this: why do I always get the doctor who is being trailed by a medical student? That's right, there I was sunny side up being introduced to a young guy who looked like an 18 year old Erik Estrada staring down the barrel of a woman with a lump on her butt cheek. Good times.

Awesome image here.

16 comments:

Erin said...

Oh, yeah, I forgot today is the day! Good luck! Hope you can sit this weekend! xo

SGM said...

Oh, grotty is a fantastic word. I had to look it up!
Good luck to you and your bum.

jennifer said...

be well :)

Duel Living said...

I hope your bum bum feels better. I get cysts in the other place "down there" and it is never fun.So I hope all goes well and you are sittin' pretty soon.
xoxxo,
Brandi

A Perfect Gray said...

I am actually afraid to click on the link to the image.....

goodniteirene said...

your mom's taking care of you?!!?! :-)
maybe she still has some shrooms left and you two can party?!

sherri said...

may your bootay heal quickly and enjoy the vicodin!

Petunia Face said...

Thank you all for the well wishes...

Day 2 and I think I'll live to tell another tale.

Perfect Gray: the link is just to the artist who did the "I'm alright" poster. I swear :)

xo,
S

DREAMER'S DEN said...

hope you're doing ok~~
thinking of you!

Richie Designs said...

hope your bum bum feels better!

and you have a lot of vicoden that you won't use till you actually feel better to get your buzz on.

I'm horrible

Anonymous said...

anything bum related at the doctor's sucks and is indeed TMI. the thing is, if *I* mention that kind of stuff to anyone I know, it gets all weird & inappropriate but when you do, it works. you're awesome. love to read yer blog. hope you feel better soon.

Maggie May said...

owch!!!

Michelle M in KY said...

OH SUSANNAH...
First, I hope that Zoey is feeling better and running around watching Umizoomi...uh...that song lingers in my head everyday. The "perks" of having young children!
Second, I do hope that your bum is feeling better and that you were able to resume casual encounters on the bus, without having to shift weight to the other cheek. A great Monday to ya!

Up Mama's Wall said...

I hope your butt is enjoying some post-surgery peace and quiet.
I hate cute doctors. All doctors should have dandruff and big veiny noses. It would be far less stressful.

Judy said...

She was a real trooper! Sadly for Sus's posterior, I had a fantastic time playing with Zoey...and, as Ms. Z put it "Having a Girls' Weekend While Daddy Has a Boy's Weekend". Toenails were adorned with decals and chrome pink polish-BTW NEVER stint on buying the Sally Hansen Nail Applicator Pen because if you do, you will pay when you try to peel the teensie, tiny, little decals off the paper and get them onto 10 tiny little toenails. Grandma Glitter bared all and had long, finger-wrinkling baths each night while forced to be the Mermaid friend to the Little Pet Doggie. Zoey is a sharp taskmaster if you slip out of character for even a minute. She is also the ideal get-naked bath companion because the only comment she uttered about my aging body was to check to see if my tatto had washed off. My most fave part was snuggling ZoZo, reading and tickling her back until she fell asleep all cozy in her big-girl bed surrounded by soft-lit strings of stars, sleepytime music under a feather-soft comforter. I could do that all day and night long! I can't think when anyone has made me breakfast-much less my choice of heart or butterfly shaped pancakes-but chow down I did thanks to Sus despite her very sore bottom. She was not only a super trooper on Post Op Day 1 but, as always, a superlative Daughter, Hostess, Mom and Homemaker. I didn't want to leave and I wish I were there right now. Hopefully Sus won't have to have surgery again to get me another invite for Girls' Weekend Two.
Thanks My Love and I Hope Your Butt heals Fast!
Mom/Grandma Glitter/Judy

Charlotta Ward said...

Hope the doctor didn't refer to it as your 'bum-bum'...

x Charlotta