I had foot surgery three weeks ago as of this Friday.
It was a complete nightmare.
Which is why I haven’t been blogging or doing much of anything, actually.

RSD has returned in full force to mine and my family’s life. Actually, not only has it returned, it is worse than EVER before. (By the by, I didn’t think that possible.)
I ended up in the E.R. in the wee hours of the morning after the surgery.
Suffice it to say that I have NEVER experienced pain like what I experienced for the first two days after the surgery. And I’ve had a baby shoved back in me while in FULL. BLOWN. LABOR!
So, you know, the pain was freaking bad.

Now, after almost three weeks, I am fighting the fight and hoping and praying for spontaneous remission. So far I’ve had enough gumption and pain tolerance to start driving and to wear flip-flops around instead of my beat up slippers. I attempted regular shoes and WOW. Not good. Blood was involved. And, um, ouch.
I am just getting back into sitting at the computer and so far, my time limit before color change, burning tingling pain, and swelling, is about ten to fifteen minutes.
I love my life.

Take a look at the pictures.
Warning.
Not for the queasy.
*(Even though the pictures do not do what the feet looked like in reality justice.)*

This picture was taken seven days after the surgery.

This picture was taken seven days after the surgery as well… Just after that last piece of yellow-nasty gauze finally fell off.

The stitches are now out, and the bruising is a little better.
However, every time Simon sees my exposed feet (usually they are kept under socks) he says, “Eeewwww. Grrrr-oh-s.”
And with that, I leave you to feel sorry for me.

Did ya know that Mr. T and I have been married for SEVEN years?
Umyeah. As of April 3rd, we’ve hit the big seven and are bracing ourselves for the supposed seven year itch.

Speaking of the seven year itch, do you think the myth could be, or is, true?
This is a question, by the way, that I would really like answered.
I’ve heard many a story that make the “Itch” sound true…. but what do you think? Any experiences that you would like to share?

Well, anyhow. I cannot believe that we have been married for seven years. I was twenty three when we were married and at the time I could not imagine for one second that we would ever really age beyond that point. I know that I “dreamt” of growing old with him… but I don’t think I actually pictured growing physically old. Growing old, to me, was about the number of years we would be together. At the time I couldn’t imagine ever reaching the age of thirty, for cryin’ out loud! I remember that age being such a distant nightmare that my mind couldn’t even wrap itself around the concept. Twenty freaking three. How dumb was I? How young was I to even consider myself even close to being ready to get hitched? Oh well. What’s done is done and, of course, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Literally.

Being married has been like riding the most fun and scary roller-coaster ever. There has been lots of ups, loopduhloo’s, and a few (read: more than I’ve liked) downs. Even though I think seven years is a long time, I know that in reality it certainly is not. For instance, I still look at Tyson sometimes and can’t believe that I have a husband and that he is him. (Did that make sense? Did that even make grammatical sense?)

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you know that Mr. T and I have been put through The Ringer, and then a few more ringers, over the last year and a half. But, look! We are still a we and what is it they say? Oh, yeah…. “That which does not kill us only makes us stronger.” So far so true. I hope this next year finds us outside any sort of ringer…(Which means that my upcoming foot surgery had better go well.)

Happy Anniversary to Us!
…And many, many more!

I think I’ve written about five different posts since the last time I was on here, and I haven’t finished one of them.
In fact, I’ve erased all of them.

Apparently, I’ve lost my touch for having no shame on the internet. Either that or it is because my computer is KILLING ME right now. (read: not operating to my expectations)
I guess it doesn’t really matter why I’ve been a non-poster once again. The point is that I’ve wanted to be more consistent with blogging…. And oh. That’s not happening.

While I’m on here, I may as well tell you the tale of how I lost my wedding band last Saturday.
Somehow my wedding band disappeared between the time that I fell asleep and woke up. I searched everywhere. EVERY.WHERE, I tell you! I’m pretty sure my heart stopped about 10 times due to acute stress and that is when I got really desperate. I asked Helene, the local three year old and infamous collector of small things that nobody else would ever find in a million years, if she knew where Mommy’s ring was. She ventured a few guesses which I found really cute.

The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N Helene’s woom?
The Desperate Mess: “Nope.”
The Expert: “Ummmm….. ‘N MommyDaddy’s bed?”
The Desperate Mess: “Uh-uh. Will you help Mommy look for her ring?”
The Expert: “Um, no.”
The Desperate Mess: “Why not?”
The Expert: “Buhcuz, I NOT!” (This was shouted at me and then she sauntered away.)

Well, five-ish hours later, and one house that had been literally turned upside down and shaken, Helene toddles to my room and says, “MommyMommy! You found you my ring! I found you my ring!!!” Her smile lit up our dark hallway as she stretched out her hand to me and I saw my beloved wedding band smack-dab in the middle of her tiny palm.
Oh, the relief! And joy! …And bewilderment?

The Desperate Mess: “Where did you find it?”
The Expert: “Inna cowCH! YAY!”
(This is the crazy part; I looked in that DARN couch TWICE!)
The Desperate Mess: “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You’ve made Mommy so happy!!”

We then celebrated like it was 1999.
Many “yay’s” and “yeah-baby’s” were echoing off the walls.
Then, as suddenly as she had appeared bearing my ring, Helene decides that payment is due. She puts a halt to our party and busts out with, “So-oh Mommy. What we do first?” To this question she wanted no answer. Because one breath later she had decided. “Uhhhhh. How ’bout….. mmmmm… choclit? And…. GAMES! YA-A-A-AY!”

My little lady the opportunist.
I love that she knew she had an “in” to get whatever she wanted.
And I love even more that “choclit” was A-#1 on her list.
Well, Lady got her wish. We hung out and played the fishing game while eating chocolate. Helene was even so gracious as to let Simon join our party. And she had a perma-grin pasted on her face the entire time that her fee was being paid.

So now that you know that disaster was averted and Helene is currently my #1 hero, and go-to-gal for when I lose stuff, I will leave you with a few pictures.
New ones.
Really new ones.
As in Sunday the 23rd new ones.

Look at the cute!! Look how BIG!

The family photo. You just can’t win, can you?
You either have shadows…

Or a non-looker. Eh-hum, Helene.

The sassy red flats! So dressy! So oo-la-la! (And don’t even get me started on my dress.)

Are you wondering about my surgery?
Uh-huh. I thought so.

The surgery went almost as expected. The one thing that threw me off was that the anesthesiologist put me all the way out… Tube down the throat and all. I thought I was getting local anesthesia… but I was lucky and received the “royal” treatment. Long story short, I was completely tripped out when I woke up and actually asked the Doctor if I had snored! Ha! Yeah. He laughed at me. For two days after the surgery I was wiped out and my hand burned like a mother. The burning was rather alarming (because usually that means your nerves are flip-flappin’ out…. and I don’t need anymore of that thanks very much…), but the surgeon assured me that it was all very normal and would subside. And who would have known? The pain actually DID go away.

That is one beauty of an incision, innit?
As of right now, I still have some healing to do and from the looks of things I am going to have a really great battle scar to sport around. My hand throbs if I do too much, and I still favor it quite a bit. Writing is still painful and so is doing any kind of pulling motion with my hand. The best part of this experience? That would be when my Mom and I got the flu three days after my palm was sliced open. Mmmmm… I had that stupid flu for about three. weeks. and it was really horrendous. I basically spent four days straight in bed for 90% of each day.

All in all, I have to say that I am ecstatic that I am healing just the way the surgeon said I would. I am thankful for all the prayers and good thoughts that have been sent my way because I finally feel like I’m getting better. I finally feel like I may just return to normal after all. Who knew that I would ever be able to feel this positive again? (Um. Not me.)

So. That is that and now we’re onto the next stage of the “get Kelly back to normal after almost two years” plan. Stage two is foot surgery in April. I am casino roulette spielroulette online kostenlosswiss casino onlineeurovip casino netgeld gewinnebest casino onlineroulette systemeonline roulette spielbaccarat onlineinternet casino gamblingonline casino combestes online casinotop online kasinoonline casino costa ricacasino bonus codecraps spielkostenlos roulette spielencasino austria onlinewww slotsroulette online gratisechtes kasinocasino online pokerkeno online spielewww casino net comonline casino bonus ohne einzahlungcasino roulette spiel,roulette pc spiel,roulette spielonline casino playbaccarat systemonline casino kostenlosonline casino texasroulette lerneninternet online casinoonline casino testeinarmiger banditcasino online mit bonusroulette online gamesonline spiel automatenall slots casinoonline casino mit bonus,online casino bonus ohne einzahlung,online casino bonuskasino spielenslots gratiscasino spiele kostenloscasino online comparty casinoeuropa casino bonus codeonline slotmaschinecasino compoker im internetpoker spielen lernenpoker spielen berlin getting the offensive surgical screws that are working their way out of my feet removed. Hallelujah! The procedure itself is no big deal and I will most likely be able to walk the very next day. However. (Always the however with me….) Since an invasion will be performed on my RSD-ridden right foot, there is a bigger-than-I-want chance that the RSD could relapse and get worse. (Remember when my foot was swollen and purple all the time? Yeah. When I say, “worse”, that is exactly what I mean.) I hope and pray and hope and pray again that my right foot will be nice to me and stay the way it is… or even get better.

Miracles happen.
I’m going to get better.
I. know it.

Oh. And by the way… my cake had the #28 candle (because I didn’t have enough candles) and then two others. One on each side of the 28.

28 + 2 = Your basic no good very bad day.
(But I’ll get over it….)

It was bound to happen.
It happens to all of us.

~sigh~ Birthdays.
I’ve had 30 of them.

Yesterday I said a teary goodbye to my 20’s.
In fact, I’ve been saying that same teary goodbye for three days now. (Yeah. That would be the day before the doomday, the day of, and now TA-DAY!) (And yes I meant to type ‘TA-DAY’.)

I think I’m really emotional not because I just loved my 20’s so much, but because I’ve just been put through the ringer about five times over and I am tired. I think my tears are somewhat happy, actually. To say goodbye to the past three years is seriously a welcome moment in my life. But the sadness returns when I think the stupid and DUMB thought that now I am old.

Walking into my 3rd decade seems much like I’m about to look down a scary, steep, precipice. I don’t really want to look down that steep, sloping valley, but Time, it seems, is ruthless. That big-fat-brat “Time” is pushing me against my will. I’m gonna have to look soon, I know that. So I might as well embrace my age and say to hell with it all!

I’m freaking 30 years old and I look better now than ever before. (You read that right.)
I’m 30 freaking years old and I am determined to feel younger and more healthy from this day forward. So what to do from here? Be happy and do the things that I always wanted to do but couldn’t do in my 20’s.

So guess what Ladies (and the few Gents that lurk here)?
It turns out that 30 really is the new 20.
And I am now living the Dream.

I brought my party to Helene because she was too konked to make it!

And this is my Red Velvet birthday cake. Oh.Baby.

Before I tell you about how excited I am about my surgery, let me update you on the drama and basic pain the A that is my stolen purse.

The A-Holes who stole my stuff are now forging my checks and buying CRAP all. over. town. Even though the account is closed. Did ya get that? The account in question is Kah-Lozed, and these people are still able to buy stuff with MY checks. I don’t get it. The A-Holes are dumb, the merchants are dumb, and my Bank is dumb. Ya see? Ya see how I was not kidding when I said I was dealing with a bunch of morons?

Morons aside, however, I am seriously PISSED that these jerks are still jacking with me. I am more than ready to scream about this. But really? All I’d have to do, or the friggin’ cops for that matter, to catch them is to hang out at Bed Bath & Beyond or Walmart. They LOVE those places. Funny, because I hate those stores. And now? I hate them more than ev.er.

*Warning of the upcoming, screaming rant*
I HATE COWARDLY THIEFS. LEAVE MY FREAKING STUFF ALONE ALREADY. IT AIN’T YOURS YA MORON! EVERYTHING YOU SEE DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU. REALLY. IT FREAKING DOESN’T. SO KEEP YOUR MITTS OFF MY STUFF ALREADY!!!!!

Sheesh. I am glad I got that out of my system.
Now I am really ready for surgery!!
Probably by the time you are reading this, I will be under the knife.
YAY!

I am absolutely sure I will be fine and that everything will work out just dandy. I am excited to get my hand back to normal and be able to wear my rings and bracelets again. Oh… and also be pain free in that area.

Anyway… I haven’t posted any pics lately, so I thought I’d hook you up with one of Vivian Leigh (who is HUGE) and her new friend Jackie O.

And now because I just can’t help myself, here’s a close up of Jackie O. She is a year old and still looks like a hatchling. I’m gonna see if I can make this dwarf a giant.

Alright blogland. I am signing off so I can get some sleep. Surgery starts at 6:30am… and I. am. ready. Wish me luck and NO pain!!