Being at home day after day fucks with your head. I ventured out yesterday and am paying the price for it today, I guess that's what happens when they pull all your insides out through your va-jay-jay and stick crap in your in belly button to slice and dice. The good news, no big ugly scars. If this doesn't work out like we planned, I am going to be so pissed at having a hysterectomy at 34.
My big Sister ordered a talking stuffed animal over the internet where she got to record in her own voice her message. I love that thing, it's so soft , just the right size and you can squeeze it hard and smile when it still is chipper.