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So here I am, at the Pants Ranch (casa de Mom and Dad), on the laptop I've already claimed.  It's been a very busy few days.  I've had to launder everything that was remotely dirty, pack up everything remotely loose, and corral all my cats into little carriers that render them the noisiest bastards on the face of the earth.  (Props to Mama Pants who drove them ALL in her big girl car.)  I lost one kitty in that venture.  Medusa went fully feral when I was trying to catch her.  She attacked me and then went insane.  In the end, Medusa chose nature over nurture and went out the window.  I'm sad she's gone--I know I won't get her back.  I'm glad I won't be around my house for a month because i'd be looking for her.  But in the end, her departure also ties up some loose ends on issues I'd wondered about solving.  There are currently five very happy kitties on my bed with me.  I need to focus on these happy, non-feral, non-attacking kitties.  

Tomorrow is pre-op day.  I think probably just blood work, vitals, a chat, and perhaps a heart bloop bloop thing.  (EKG?)  Then Thursday morning is the surgery.  I've been looking around this site and chatting with a gal who went through the same shiz a year or so ago.  We've chatted a little bit and it makes me feel better than I care to admit.  I never thought I'd be signing up for a site like that.  That's still a little weird.  I hope to be able to change my status from "fighter" to "survivor" soon.  It's so weird to think that there's this big-bad inside me when I feel perfectly fine. 

It's still early by my standards but I'm exhausted.  Think I might call it a night.  More tomorrow after I speak with everyone at le hospital.  My vagina is very important, you know.  heh

Comments

[jennifer]

You know...>I have read your blog for so long I feel like your my friend...and while I'm sorry you are having to do this I fully get how your feeling because the need for children never really hit me much to my parents dismay..your posts remind me a lot of myself and things I think and go through. I wish you comfort, calm and lots of pain pills for your stay at Casa Pants. Jen

[Mamma Pants]

Since Sarah will never give me access to her blog (how insane would that be?!), I'm trying to figure out a way to let everybody know when surgery is over and how she is. So email me at lindaquilts@gmail.com if you want an immediate update and I'll send it out to you as soon as I get home, get drunk, and sober up. Love to y'all and thanks for all your support for my child. Nobody loves ya like your mom!

[Annika]

Good grief, you get five or six weeks behind on reading blogs. (And by you, I mean me.) Sending you lots of get well wishes. I'd send cookies too but it's too risky - I might eat them.

[sophie]

I think you should start your own blog, Mamma Pants, and I am sorry I didn't get to buy you a drink before I left Houston!

So sorry about Medusa, I know you gave her every possible chance. Much love, juju, and mysterious light headed your way. If you or Mamma Pants need a medical-to-human translator at any point, I'd be happy to oblige.