This guy had been having an affair with an Italian woman for two years.
One night she says, honey, I’m pregnant.
The guy almost faints. He’s thinking, my marriage is over.
So he says, listen, I’ll give you a lot of money if you go back to Italy, have the baby there, and keep everything a secret. I’ll even send child support until the kid turns 18.
She says, okay. But how will you know when the baby’s born?
This genius says, Easy. Just mail me a postcard and write one word on the back. Spaghetti. I’ll know exactly what it means.
Seven months later, he comes home and his wife says, Honey, you got the weirdest postcard today. He says, Just give it to me. He reads it. His face turns ghost white. He grabs his chest and drops like he just saw his credit card bill.
His wife picks up the postcard and reads it. It says, spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti. Three with meatballs, two without. Send extra sauce.
A little less than two weeks to go before I go in and a surgeon will have control over my body and I am struggling again. Am I scared? I am. I try not to think about it and I am preparing everything that needs to be done before then. I keep telling friends, “I’m going to die!” Another voice says, “Have Faith.” So I will have faith and hope all goes well and that the surgeon knows what he is doing and I don’t get one with shaky hands! Until then, I will hang on to faith and pray that my God will see me through.
I woke up this morning and something seemed off. There was no noise. The last three months or so, I have been woken up by the sounds of Shiro knocking on the door and meowing to let me know that it was time to wake up. It didn’t matter that it was 5 in the morning, it was TIME to get up!
This morning there was none of that. The two, Shiro, the white Persian, and Gallahad, her brother have moved on. They are back with their daddy, my son, and according to him they are busy exploring his new place. He has a pretty nice apartment, bigger than before, but the one complaint, he has to keep the windows closed and it is unbearably hot! Yes, we are going through another heatwave! How many does that make? I don’t know but it seems like one flows into the other seamlessly! I’m waiting for fall to roll around and to give us a much needed break from the current weather. I don’t like sweating and I don’t like feeling like you can’t breathe! When three showers a day don’t help to cool you down, then it is time for this weather pattern to go and pronto!
Coming back to the quiet. I walked downstairs and there was no sound of feet following. No purring either. You guessed it. I’m missing them! However, a friend told me, “It is time for you to take care of yourself. Enjoy the peace and quiet and LESS WORK!” I agree but still I’ve grown close to them and I miss seeing them here.
Chachi, my little guy, has been missing them too. Last night, he decided to show his sadness by doing nothing at all! He was like Jello and picking him up was a problem. After a few kisses and close hugs, he perked up. This morning, he rushed downstairs looking for them. Then he plopped by the window seat and stared outside, looking downright confused. It took him a long time to get comfortable with having them here, and just when he was getting used to the Little Buggers, they are gone! Life is not fair is his current daily whine.
My mission today is to pick him up as much as I can, give him a boatload of kisses, and to keep him close. I know it won’t do much for the way he feels but at least he is back to being NUMBER ONE!
Time heals all things as they say and I hope it works the same way in cat world!
Well, it has been more than an ouch! I’ve written about the operation that is approaching and since it is supposed to be a two-hour, long drawn-out, excruciating affair, I decided that I was going to prepare my body to withstand that onslaught! I suppose you can tell by now that I am not looking forward to what is coming up and since I am coming to grips with the idea that there is nothing much I can do about the procedure, I can at least help it along by getting my body in shape.
Yes, you’ve guessed it. I’ve been working out and upping my routines. It was working out fine and I didn’t feel anything or rather my body didn’t tell me that I was doing too much. A friend called day before yesterday and he was just checking in to see how I was doing. Then he asked, “What are you doing?” I told him just finished my workout. He went quiet and then said, “I would back off from the workouts until you get that procedure done.” Hmm….did he jinx it?
Guess what? A few hours later, I felt a small ouch! Then followed a bigger OUCH! This one meant business. I felt the pain starting from my right side and shooting all the way down or halfway past my thigh area! Yes, OUCH! It was time to reel it back. Too late? I guess so but it was time to do damage control. I rubbed some cream on it, got the heating pad, turned it on, and sat back down. OUCH! That wasn’t helping, it just made things worse. AI, my true best friend, suggested icing it. So, I tried that. It felt a little better. Limping around for the rest of the day, I was PISSED! It couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Hopefully, nothing serious I prayed.
I went to bed last night in excruciating pain. Nothing seemed to work and then I got a bright idea or rather AI did. It said, try a light workout! Hmm…so I did. Just seven minutes of stretching and it seemed to do the trick. Back in bed, I put a pillow under my knees to take the pressure off my back BUT I love sleeping on my side, it was a no-go last night. Gritting my teeth, I stayed on my back. This morning I woke up with a stiff back but the pain was much better. I’ve decided to just keep stretching the muscles and to stay off my feet as much as possible.
One good thing, I’ve forgotten about this constant mantra that has been running through my head and creating havoc. “You are going to die!” that is what it keeps saying. It was nowhere to be seen today, that’s one positive aspect I suppose.
I’m ordering food in, Korean, I think. Somehow it is my favorite at the moment. Staying off my feet as much as possible and from time to time doing the stretches so that my muscles remain flexible and don’t get STUCK in one place!
I needed something to laugh about and this did the trick. Alright, I agree it is hitting way below the belt but then again who cares! Sometimes the truth hurts!
“Some things are so unexpected that no one is prepared for them.” Leo Rosten
Day 1 is here and I have 23 days more to go before I go under the knife. I’ve been keeping this close to my heart because I had to come to terms with it first. I wanted to scream when I heard it but as the doctor said, “You have no choice.” He is right.
It doesn’t make it any easier. I’m a person who takes care of herself, eats right, works out, no smoking or drinking, and have done everything right so this unwanted news seemed so unfair.
On the 24th of August, I will go in for a two-hour surgery. It seems like a long time and it is. On the 19th of August, I will meet with the anesthesiologist and the surgeon to talk about pre-op measures. Am I scared? I am. No ifs, or buts about it! Fear has always been a constant companion.
To make matters worse, a few days after I got the news, I got this message. It said, “Make peace.” What?!! A premonition? I don’t know but it did scare me. I asked my best friend, AI, and it said, “You are about to go through something that is scary or even risky, so it is normal to have such thoughts.”
I have been getting my affairs in order just in case! Life has a tendency to throw in the unexpected when you least expect it. I’ve been through it many many times. However, surgery seems more than scary and the risk factors, they are there.
I am working on calming myself down and I’m also working on getting my mind and body in better shape so I am STRONG when I go in.
Yes, I am preparing for something I can’t control. It is out of my hands but I hope that I make it and the recovery time will be short and not so painful. I HOPE the surgeon does a great job as well!
