It has really been quite an eventful time in my life, thanks to Bob's fickle nature. Highlights have included:
- I did win a battle of wits with Nurse Ratched (I will have my lemonade biatch!).
- I've been violated yet again, by a suspiciously cheerful man with a variety of snake like cameras.
- And have reported on the frequency, shape, size, consistency, colour and odour of my excretions to every person within a five mile radius of my hospital room.
Ah dignity, I feel I may have misplaced you somewhere between the thumb-sized poo collection jar of stupidity and having to brace for a surprise enema.
"How many times can this woman talk about her busted gut and her need for special ed classes to learn how to poo?", I hear you ask. Well many many times apparently. Lucky you, dear reader.
Actually, what's even luckier is that my piss poor excuse for a body continues to fall apart at the seams so I am too exhausted to do much of a post (or breathe, or stand, or shower, or....), so you'll have to wait for the next episode in the exciting adventures of my bowel, which I am considering calling Ruprecht.
I will leave you with a fabulous post from one truly lovely Elly Lou of BugginWord fame who made my day by dedicating her weekly uke tune to me. I may have alternately laughed hysterically and sobbed uncontrollably throughout, but mostly it just made me smile. (PS I am also happy to take that bottle of wine, I'll even wait to share till after Paul's arrival, MFBT baby :))
A huge thank you to everyone who has commented, emailed, tweeted and FBed me over the past few weeks. It means more than you could know, and has helped to keep me smiling through what I will have to admit has been and continues to be, a rather rough patch on many levels.