I forgot to 'document' two goodies to date from all this...
1. Apparently during surgery I got the HICCUPS!! Now afterward they seemed to think that was 'no biggie' and that working around the diaphragm that happens not infrequently... I however give the utmost credit to the surgeon for not slicing me open in a badway -- how the HELL do you operate LAPAROSCOPICALLY on my mid-section when the entire thing is going through explosive spasms???!!! dear god - I thanked my lucky stars once I was conscious!
2. So I was thrilled to be able to shower sans assistance when I got home. My friend Jim reminded me (having had the same back surgery I did but more recently) that this wasn't really possible after my back surgery. My mom - being the dutiful supervisor she is - was umm very supervisory post shower - making sure I got out ok, etc. I am very conscious of this bc I got a tattoo when I was 18 and NEVER wanted my parents to know. (Jeanne - if you are reading this, you are sworn to secrecy.)
Well -- floored was I when my mom pulls out the "So when did you get the tramp stamp?" Now she IS a high school teacher so the colloquialism wasn't an offense -- I did however correct her immediately that it WASN'T technically a tramp stamp bc it was located on my hip! And then I picked my jaw off the floor and explained when I got it, etc. I figured that I'd hid it a decade, I'd done pretty well... she wants to get a tattoo herself and her best friend is inked stem to stern so I was pretty safe w her finding out.
I did however swear her to secrecy from telling my father who I believe would SUMMARILY DISOWN ME if he found out... he never wanted me to get my ears pierced! I believe the comment I got when I came home from college 1st year w a set of SECOND holes (god forbid!) was something like -- "what -- is the lip disk next?"