Sorry for my absence. I had surgery a few weeks ago and just decided to get off my ass to write again.
Unfortunately though, I'm feeling much better. Why is this an unfortunate thing? Because I'm a mom. As a mom being sick just means more work. It's that much harder to get out of bed and do the things you do every other day. But surgery is like the long lost friend you never knew you wanted to have. When I hurt, I laid down. When I was tired, I slept. These may seem like trivial things to the childless, but they are pure gold to those who know what it feels like to have a toy car shoved up their nose while they're sleeping, and only waking to the faint "beep beep" noise that's being made during this process.
Have you ever noticed how once you get a longer break than normal from... Life... It's hard to get back into the swing of things? It's like a long weekend on steroids. By the end of it you're either praying the car doesn't start the next day, or you're slamming on the gas so hard it turns into some fucked up version of a Flintstones vehicle.
And now that I'm finally back into the swing of things I need a shrink to get over the bill shock. Oh yes. Emergency surgery without any insurance is such a joy. These bastards somehow convinced someone that I owe them money. I'm not sure I understand the process. I thought you "paid an arm and a leg" but these fuckers will take your arm and leg and then make you pay for it.
Ahh well, such is life right? You move on, get well, and write "return to sender" on every scrap of mail you get for the next few weeks hoping someone thinks you died from infection.
