Sunday Reflections 5-22-2011

I have a lot of time to reflect…as well as set little goals to accomplish during my convalescing. This isn’t an easy situation for someone like me…I’ve been told I’m a Type A personality with severe OCD…but I have learned from this health experience.

I’ve found myself thinking of how in the world I got to this point with my health. In all honesty, I had no idea I would be subject to Crohn’s without more of a warning from my body. In other words, the event that happened on or around 3/2/2011 was the first indication I had that something had gone seriously awry with my body. Sure the hereditary indicators are always there and I’m very much aware now that this disease runs in families…I definitely have those markers but I don’t fit the “prototype”…in other words, I’m way older than most folks when they experience their first bout with Crohns.

I’m tired of the surgical, steel staples in my belly. They are uncomfortable and tight at times. I’m confident that the surgeon will be removing them on Tuesday when I go for my first follow-up visit post-hospital stay. That will be an early birthday treat. I’ve already started researching what creams and such I should use to further facilitate the healing process of my major belly scar…It isn’t that I think I’m going to be able to get rid of the scar, just reduce the angry appearance that it current has…it is what it is, part of the road map of where I’ve been in my health life…take it or leave it, that’s just the way it is!!!

I will also talk to the surgeon about I should start back to work and if I should do half-days and see how it goes or just jump in and do full work days. Right now I’m not getting paid for every work week day I’m not in the office…thus, I’m thinking if the doctor will agree, I will start back to work the Tuesday after Memorial Day Monday for half-days that week and then full days the following week…that should get a pay check generated starting the first week in June. I have a feeling it’s going to be rough and exhausting for the first couple of weeks, but if I continue to progress as well as I have been, it should work out just fine.

I’m tickled that I finally have all my house plants out on my patio. Now I can vacuum where they have resided for the winter and straighten up my living room and bedroom. I am amused at how big the plants have become over the winter months and wonder how they will fit back into the house when the weather begins to turn cold later this year, in the Fall/Winter.

I’ve got several goals I want to accomplish today. I want to begin a walking program. Today’s goal is to walk around my block. Right now, that seems like a Hell of a long way…I’ve got to start the rebuilding process. My goal is to walk a little bit each day…that way, I can start back to walking group training as we head into Fall.

I want to go and get some more petunias to plant and display in one of my antique rod iron plant stands. I am thinking Home Depot will be the place to find the trailing petunias and little vines I’m wanting to plant.

I need to go by Sam’s and get a few things to get through this next week and then the grocery store for the items I don’t get at Sam’s. I want to run into the makeup store that is next door to the grocery store and see if the new OPI nail polish is in…a little birthday treat to myself.

This is a big list of “to-dos” today. I think I’m up to making the whole line of stops…I can always come home if I get too tired at any point of the journey. This will make for a full day, no doubt!!

In the week ahead, my birthday is Wednesday, May 25th. I’m looking forward to joining friends for lunch that day and then family/friends that evening. I’m trying to decide if I want to buy myself a chocolate birthday cake or make it. I’ve got to remember to pick up some vanilla ice cream to go with it…

My OKC Thunder fell short last night in their quest to win another game in the Western Finals…they are young and erratic…maybe that’s why I like to watch them, though the mistakes they make are somewhat painful at times and definitely leave them lacking point-wise. There’s a game tomorrow night (Monday) and then back to Dallas for the Wednesday night game.

That’s about it for my week in reflection and projection for the week ahead. Have a great week ahead!!!!


I’ve made it to another Friday!!! This convalescing is a little more difficult than I imagined it would be…though I am loving not having to get up and go to a job I absolutely despise!!!

I got a few more plants re-potted and placed on my patio, which thrills me.  I love my patio and think of it as my oasis in the middle of a crazy life and time.

This will be one of the first years in 10-years that I haven’t had a Naughty, Nasty Birthday Party planned for my birthday, which is next week.  May 25th to be exact.  Looking back, I’ve had some pretty incredible naughty, nasty birthday parties…WOW, did I make up for lost time or what????? lol!!!!!  Maybe next year…there’s always next year, right????  This year is all about being thankful to have made it to another birthday, as well as healing.

My birthday usually falls right on Memorial Day weekend…this year, it’s in the middle of the work week so that really works out…I’ll still be on medical leave from the “real” job so really doesn’t matter what day or weekend my birthday falls.  This year I’m thinking a silly, romantic movie and a nice birthday dinner…probably not the usual fare of lobster.  For some reason, really rich, incredible food doesn’t sound all that inviting.  However, there will be chocolate birthday cake!!!  I’ve already made up my mind, chocolate cake and vanilla icecream…yummy!!!!

I’m hoping to get the surgical, steel staples holding my belly together out next week.  I have a follow-up appointment to see my surgeon on Tuesday, the day before my birthday…hopefully, everything is healing the way it is supposed to heal.  I will also discuss with him when I can return to work, if only for half-days…I’ve got to get back to work.  Every work day that I’m not at the office, I’m not getting paid…OUCH financially!!!!

I’m hanging in here…getting around a bit easier each day, though still finding myself okay with crawling into bed and just laying there and watching TV.  Though daytime TV is getting old…

Yes, I’ve made it to another Friday!!!

Where oh Where Has Liza Been – No. 2 ???? A Sunday Reflections of Sorts 5-15-2011

I’ve been trying to figure out how to get back here to post to let everyone know I’m still alive, not kicking as high, at least not yet!!! This past Tuesday I gave up/in to the blasted right side pain and headed to the ER. The pain level got to an 8, I was done. I called my surgeon to let him know so we could get things in motion to resolve this pain issue… Long story short, I had surgery on Wednesday morning to remove a supposed decomposing appendix…I ended up having one third of my colon removed due to Crohn’s Disease having taken over, perforated, abscessed and engulfing my perfectly normal appendix. I have a crazy 10″ incision held together by about 35 surgical staples. The surgeon is confident tar he got it all. Apparently, he wasn’t sure what he would find, he mentioned cancer, diverticulitis but the pathology came back Crohn’s Disease. I wasn’t too surprised…Crohn’s runs in my family with my youngest brother having had two feet of his intestine removed ten years ago…my sister was diagnosed with Crohn’s last year and put on medication to clear up an irritated patch in her upper colon…and me, well, my primary doctor shared with me her concern that the problems I was having where not my appendix but a bad flair of Crohn’s in the spot noted on my colonoscopy from two years ago that that particular gastro-internal doctor chalked up to chemical irritation rather than further testing to be sure it wasn’t Crohn’s, especially since we had thoroughly discussed all my hereditary factors…interesting, huh??? So, I’m recovering well. I’m a model patient, very pro-active in my care. I have great nurses, great nurses aids, even housekeeping likes me though I keep them on their toes. Today is my first day on “real” or solid foods. I’m looking forward to the change of pace. Estimated discharge is mid-week with 4 to 6 weeks at home before returning to work. The surgeon said he went ahead and removed my appendix, which made sense since it was embedded in the part of my colon he removed!! What a week!!! Believe it or not, I’m resting and relaxing and not thinking about how to make ends meet…it will all work out , just taking it one day at a time.

We Will Never Forget…April 19th…OKC Bombing

Today is the 16th anniversary of the OKC Murrah Building Bombing in Oklahoma City. I remember hearing the news that morning 16 years ago just as court had been called into order.

The news shook us to the core…how could this happen in our state, our country? Who did this horrific terrorist act on American soil?  How could this have happened?

As the years have passed, I have come to know a truly, incredible man that lost his wife on that tragic day. He has moved on with his life but as he has said, it is always with him and some days it hits you in the face like running into a brick wall.

We often take for granted the simple pleasures of day-to-day life…take a moment to reflect today, hug that loved one, tell that friend you’re thinking of them…you never know what tomorrow will bring…in a manner of seconds hundreds of thousands of lives were changed.

We will never forget.


I have to admit, I was glad to get back to work…it was much better than being cooped up in a hospital room hooked up to an IV machine all day long. Glad to be busy, not necessarily glad to be back in that particular office environment, but back to the real world.

There is a new receptionist…this is good, the craziness of having two sisters working in the same office has now been diffused. The new gal is young, excited to be working and not shy and bashful. She’s got some brain power working so that makes me wonder how long it will take her to figure out she can make more money for doing the same job at another law office…guess we will see!!!

I stayed the full work day, though left for a 2-hour lunch…which covered my doctor’s appointment and then home for lunch, then back to work. I found myself really tired about 4:15 p.m. which is when I should have bowed out and gone home. Instead, I stuck it out and made it to 5:00 p.m. I had started hurting, which I knew was going to happen…nevertheless, I’m feeling good this morning, just tired. The pain has actually subsided a bit more than yesterday, so I’m beginning to think there is hope.

I’m not obsessing about my yard…the weed crop is bigger this year…that disturbs me greatly. I did get the number of my neighbor’s yard guy, so I’m going to give him and call and see how much he will charge to mow and edge my yard, which will be just once or twice before I’m back into the swing of things…once I get it mowed and edged, I will tackle the weed control situation.

Time to hit the shower…time to get another word day underway.

Monday, Back to Work, Back to Reality…

Back to life, back to reality…well, some version of my reality.  The bottom-line is I am going back to work today, how long I stay will be determined by my body.

I have an appointment with the primary care doctor today so we’ll see how I’m doing and then back to the office until about 3:00 p.m.  I would like to try and stay till 5:00 p.m. but I don’t think I will be able to manage that…we’ll see how I feel, gotta go with what my body dictates at the moment.

There’s been a lot of drama at the office since I left the Friday before last.  The youngest secretary had to have her little dog put-to-sleep.  The little dog was suffering from major seizures and there was nothing the veterinarians could do for her.  Apparently, she tried to come to work on the day after the day was put to sleep and that didn’t go well, she left and didn’t come back.  She works for the SOB, worthless-piece-of-shit attorney of the firm, so there’s a good possibility that she will quit before too long…

The youngest secretary’s sister was the receptionist.  She was having seizures and was supposed to have quit over a month ago but has kept coming back because the firm hasn’t been diligent in trying to find another receptionist.  Apparently the back-up duties to the receptionist have been turned upside down with my absence and the youngest secretary abruptly leaving the office whenever she wanted to over her dog…so, everything has been dumped on the other two secretaries.

Since I had no sick time nor vacation time to draw from on for my time out of the office for the past work week and a day, I will have a very small paycheck this next pay period.  That makes me sick to my stomach…can’t dwell on it or I will have a nervous breakdown about how I’m supposed to survive financially.  Scary, VERY scary…but I’ve got to try and go in to work today and see what can be worked out.  Currently I have a job…hopefully, I’ll be able to keep that job.

Time to move along, hit the shower and get my ample ass to the office.  Have a great Monday ahead!!!

Sunday Reflections 4-17-2011…

I am full of reflection today as there isn’t much else I can really do while convalescing…don’t get me wrong, I’m most grateful to be where I find myself right now…I’ve had a rough couple of months!!!

I’m going to head back to work tomorrow.  That should be interesting to say the least.  I have an appointment with my primary care doctor at 11:00 a.m. which reminds me that I’m not in this alone, that my doctors are keeping an eye on me, that this was a very serious situation.  I’m sure they are just as anxious to figure out where we go from here and how I will progress.  I know this depends entirely on how well I follow the doctors’ orders.

I am going to see how long it takes me before I’m too exhausted to stay at work tomorrow.  My goal right now is 2:00 or 3:00 p.m…I’m trying to be realistic and I’m thinking that’s about as long as I’ll be able to tolerate the pain.

I’m finding people’s reactions to my “condition” interesting.  I mean seriously, how many people do you know that has had a bout with a ruptured appendix and has not had surgery to remove that nasty, diseased little piece of useless material????  And the label of “walking time bomb” comes to mind as well.  I do realize not having had to undergo surgery maybe helped in my recovery time. Though the surgeon told me there was no guarantee that I wouldn’t eventually have to have my appendix out, right now, we’re just watching and waiting to see how my body continues to fight.

Sex…well, it had become painful to masturbate myself a couple of weeks before I ended up in the hospital.  Apparently all the inflammation surrounding my vagina was just too much…not that I shared any of this with my doctors…that was a big red flag when it became painful to masturbate…something has got to be wrong with a person if they’re not able to self-pleasure without pain!!!
Interesting gauge I have, huh??????

Yes, I have masturbated since I’ve been home…no pain, but complete exhaustion after orgasming.  Gotta start somewhere figuring out where I’m at in the “healing” process and what better way than to masturbate!!!!

I’m frustrated because I’m not physically able to go down and help a friend that lost everything in the Tushka, Oklahoma tornado of last Thursday.  He’s fine but his place is pretty much gone.  I would be right in the big-assed middle of helping him if I were able, but he made me promise that I would stay here in Tulsa and wait it out.  There will be plenty of time to head down there to help him out throughout the spring and summer.  I just hate to hear when one of my friends is in need of some help and just good ol’TLC.  He’s a very dear man to me and I hate that I can’t be there for him like he’s been there for me so many, many times over the last 10-years.

So, I’m hoping to get some normalcy back into my life as this week begins.

Have a great week ahead!!!

Where Oh Where Has the Mature Sex Goddess Been????

I’m finally feeling “human” again and ready to post about my health care absence for the past 10-days.  For those that don’t follow my blog, I’ve been sporting a pain in my lower right abdomen since about March 2, 2011.  I had to take one day off from work because I couldn’t get on top of the pain, chills and sweats…but that’s been about it.

So, the kicker of this whole deal is that after six (6) weeks of wrestling with this mysterious pain and the fact that I don’t have any extra money to spend going from doctor to doctor to see if anyone can figure out what is causing this pain and discomfort, I really do have a valid health issue…my appendix had ruptured and now has abscessed!!! Wow, there really was a reason for my six (6) week struggle!!!

I’m stubborn, I’ll be the first one to admit that…so much so that I have to be doubled-over, throwing my guts up, diarrhea non-stop before I will admit that there is something far bigger than I can cope with going on with my body.  However, I am of the firm belief that if you can learn to live with what ails you, do so.  Push through the pain, get on with your life…

Okay, so that hasn’t been the best line of thinking in my current situation.  I did finally find a primary care doctor that I adore and feel will get this ol’gal back to tip-top health.  The doctor is young, pretty and just starting her practice.  She has the time and attention to devote to a crazy, old woman like me.  This was a huge relief for me.  It isn’t that I want to go to the doctor all that often, but when I do have something going on that I can’t figure out or wish away, I want to be able to call my doctor and get some time and attention.

I had my introductory appointment with my new doctor on April 1st…this being after the cruel, ugly morning with my former PC (primary care) doctor basically fired me from his patient list.  This doctor was able to get me in that Friday afternoon.  I filled out tons of forms, communicated what was going on with me…the doctor did a quick physical…and found the painful area on my right abdomen without hardly trying.  She was concerned about how much pain I was in and ordered a complete blood work-up and as soon as the results of the blood came back, which would be one day the following week, she would schedule me for a CT scan of the lower abdomen.  She assured me that she would get to the cause of my current discomfort.

In the meantime, I set about getting medical records releases/authorizations sent to my previous medical providers to give my new doctor a better idea of what she was dealing with, with regard to my current health situation.

I was still struggling with the pain through that weekend and into the first of the week.  I called the doctor’s office on Wednesday to find out if I needed to send them copies of the medical authorizations I had sent to the various providers and to inquire as to whether or not my blood work had come back and had the doctor had a chance to read it.

The doctor did call me back later that Wednesday afternoon…she was in the process of scheduling my CT scan but was waiting for pre-certification approval for the CT by my insurance company.  Not surprising there.

I had decided to abandon my walking group training, I just didn’t have the energy to push myself through the current 2.5 miles at a fairly decent pace…I hated to do that but the last couple of times I had been to walking group just left me gasping for breath, reeling in pain and completely, physically drained.

I felt like shit on Thursday, I needed to know if the lab reports showed anything, an elevated white count, something, anything that would indicate that there was something going on inside my old, tired body.  I hate feeling old and tired…I hate having a pain that I can’t explain or wish away…I was tired of trying to make it through the work day and make it home to get naked and climb into my bed for the evening…I was tired, chilling again and hurting…I was very tired of dealing with this pain.

Thursday afternoon my doctor called and said the insurance company had not approved the pre-certification for the CT scan and that she felt sure by Friday morning, the scan would be approved.  She said she would have her office call me as soon as they could find an opening at one of the labs to get me in for the scan.  She told me to not eat Friday morning if possible…so, I was fine with that.

Friday morning, I prepared for work, not eating any breakfast.  I was still in some pain…not enough to keep me from going to work.  Just as I was about to give in and eat something for breakfast around 9:15 a.m. which is when the doctor’s office called and asked if I could make it out to one of the satellite labs for a CT scan at 11:00 a.m.   I didn’t have time to really give it any thought…I had to go, I was able to scheduled for a scan and to me, this meant there was hope to finding out and fixing what was wrong with me.  I explained to my main attorney what was going on, telling him I planned on being back after lunch, he was surprised that I had to leave, not to mention I think he thought I had already dealt with this situation…I assured him I would be back shortly after lunch and we’d get whatever he needed done out before the close of business.

I made it out to the South Tulsa lab in record time…I checked in, was given my choice of flavors for the Barium shake and proceeded to drink it all down and wait for it to travel through my system.  At approximately 11:15 a.m. I was called back, given some scrubs to change into for the scan.  The tech called me into her little office and we went over all the questions and such before starting the scan.  I did tell the tech that my mother had suffered from severe allergic reactions to various scan dyes and various diagnostic testing that required the injection of dyes…though I would guess there has been great progress made in what makes up these radiological dyes and contrasts for testing, the gal informed me that there was no way she could do my scan because they did not have a doctor on-premise, which is required in a situation like mine since this was my first scan with contrast.

The tech asked what kind of time frame I was on and I told her that I had taken off work and was hoping to get back to the office sometime early afternoon.  She had me wait while she made a few calls and VIOLA, she was able to get me worked into another full CT scan at the main hospital as soon as I could drive from Point A to Point B.  The tech told me to stay in the scrubs, gave me another Barium shake for the road to make sure I was still very bright on the scan and off I went to the main hospital which was much closer to downtown Tulsa…

I was at the main hospital in 20-minutes, waited about 10 minutes before they took me back for the scan. I was in the radiology waiting room about 10 minutes when the radiology tech came and had me come out in the hall. She informed me that my doctor wanted me admitted immediately, that the scan revealed I have a ruptured appendix that had absessed. I say “have” because they ( the surgeons) have not operated on me yet because “we” are in the process of loading up my body with IV antibiotics and trying to drain and calm the abscess down to determine the next steps.

I was then taken down to the ER to be admitted into the hospital. I spent 3.5 hours down there..I got hooked up to all manners of machines to monitor my heart rate, blood pressure, pulse…a lengthy parade of doctors came by during this time…3 surgical interns were in the process of studying the CT scan trying to come up with a “plan.”  Eventually, I the head surgeon of this entourage would make his appearance and we would discuss “his” plan.

My iPhone didn’t work down there in the ER. I would get a “no reception” or “searching”…so I got a pen and paper and wrote down the needed contacts from my phone so I could call from the land line there in the triage room. It dawned on me that my family contacts are all long distanse calls, so I would have to wait till I was in a room to call my sister and brother. I did call my main attorney and told him they wouldn’t let me go back to work. It really shook him up when I told him what they had found. He told me to keep him posted and we’ll just see how it goes this weekend.

I was able to call my youngest son and he called the rest of the family. He was in Tulsa getting his windows tinted in his car so he said he would come to the hospital as soon as he got his car. I told him he didn’t have to,but I got to thinking about it and my kids needed to actually “see” me and see where I was and know that I was okay right now.

The head surgeon finally made an appearance in my triage room and proceeded to inform me that he was not planning on operating on me until we had a better handle of what was going on with me…in other words, the infection after the appendix ruptured had been somewhat contained by my body.  He wanted to get in there and drain the abscess and have the abscess fluid evaluated before determining the next steps of the plan.  He felt like my body had handled the situation remarkably for the past six weeks and he felt like helping my body finish off this job would be a slow and lengthy process but better than a full-blown, cut-me-open alternative of an appendectomy.

I was frustrated and angry at first.  I wanted the damned thing out.  I was done, I was tired of the nagging pain that had become all consuming…go ahead, cut me open take it out.  He said no.  He wanted to get the infection under control and that at this particular time, it would far more dangerous to cut me open and stir up the infection, as well as the abscess rupturing and causing more widespread damage and destruction.

I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to be operated on, but what in the world had I done to myself?  Doctor after doctor had been through my triage room and then my hospital room asking me about my pain and why I hadn’t sought medical attention until then…hello, I was trying to find a freaking doctor that was taking new patients that would take me and get the ball rolling on this…this is not a fast process…to me, with the way politics have entered into the whole health care deal, it’s only going to get worse for a person like me on a limited income, with a super high deductible …that’s a whole other blog post…back to my story…

My youngest son was with me about 30 minutes before they moved me to a room. Oh my goodness, it was so nice and quiet after being in the ER so long!! I was trying to get my mind wrapped around the fact that I would not be going home for a few days and how in the world was I going to “cope” with the fact that I was now “trapped” and forced to deal with this ugly pain, which has now been determined to really be a serious health issue.

In my feeble little mind, I came up with the mindset that this is a  “spa” stay over the next few days and I was paying big bucks to be pampered and cared for…okay, I was buying it to a point…oh yes, this was going to be a freaking expensive little “stay”…the length of which no one was talking about or guesstimating!!!

I was a little disturbed that I was being put on the “Oncology” floor…but the orderly transporting my gurney informed me that this was also the “overflow” floor for other departments.  I bought his thought process and was thrilled to find I had a “private” room that was spacious and had a good view of the helipad for the Life Flight helicopters.  My youngest son seemed to be “okay” with my digs and after a  little while, he decided to head home, but assured me he would be back with his big brother later in the night.  My oldest son is a Highway Patrol officer and was on night duty, 10:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m.

I was immediately hooked up to IV antibiotics…which meant I had to quickly learn how to work with my IV stand in order to go to the bathroom and such.  I was not “ordered” to remain in the bed and I’m a firm believer in being pro-active in my immediate care, no bed pan for me, I would ambulate as much as possible unless I was told otherwise.  The nurses showed me how to navigate the IV machine and make my way to the bathroom and then back to bed.

I was also put on no food or drink by mouth…surgery was still a possibility, though the next step was to get me in to have the abscess drained to see what the fluid in that showed…in order to undergo that procedure, as special radiological team was called in on a Saturday and I would be sedated while a giant needle was inserted into the abscess while I was in a CT scan allowing the surgical radiologist to get to the abscess…

I developed a monster headache in the night…I couldn’t have anything because nothing by mouth…okay, I knew I was getting dehydrated and they hadn’t started pushing fluids…I’ll be damned if they went and gave me morphin by IV which only made my headache worse, not to mention made me feel really ugly…not nauseated but getting there…I was wide awake most of the night.  I was hungry as I hadn’t eaten anything at this point since Thursday night…this was Friday night into Saturday.

I was hoping that I would be scheduled for the draining of the abscess procedure early Saturday morning, but low and behold, orders got missed and I wasn’t even on the Saturday “special” surgical radiology team’s schedule.  WTF??????  I have to admit, my nurse was my champion, she called the surgeon who had told her that there was a small window in which they were working to get this abscess drained and determine if they could operate should they decide to go that route…if the draining of the abscess waited until Monday, I would more than likely have to be opened up and my insides cleaned…a much more complicated and lengthy appendectomy and an approach the surgeon was trying to avoid.

I got word about 11:00 a.m. that I was going down for the abscess draining and that after I was brought back I could eat and drink…I was really cranky by this time.  My head was killing me, which finally, I was allowed to take some Tylenol with a sip of water…

I was wheeled down to radiology around 12:30 p.m. on Saturday afternoon and back in my room by 1:00 p.m.  I was goofy from the sedation drug I was given while in the procedure…which made me freaked and angry.  I was more nauseated than I had ever been during this whole six week ordeal, it just wasn’t looking good.

Finally, back in my room, I was brought a food tray, I ate a little bit, but was able to drink some water, suck on some ice…I started feeling better and like myself.  I really wasn’t all that hungry, but I ate a little bit.

I was also given fluids via IV to help push and hydrate my system…by 5:00 p.m. on Saturday evening, I was feeling better, just really tired and ready to rest.  Now all that was left to do was wait this out.

And so, for seven days, I resigned myself that surgical intervention was not something I wanted to subject myself to and getting the infection and inflammation under control was the best plan.  The surgeon pointed out to me that I had a six-week jump on the situation as the best they could estimate is that the appendix ruptured around March 2, 2011 and I didn’t enter into treatment until April 8, 2011.  It was going to take time and patience…

What a lesson this has been!!  I came home from the hospital this past Thursday, April 14th and will return to work on Monday, April 18th.  I am to rest and gauge my energy levels and respect my body.  I am on oral antibiotics for 10 more days.  I have follow-up appointments this next week with my PC doctor and the surgeon later in the week.  Basically, I will be monitored over the next 30-days and then evaluated to see if there is a need for surgical intervention at that point or to allow my body to continue to heal with oral antibiotics.

I’m fortunate, I realize that now…being home and realizing that a surgical approach to all of this would still have me in the hospital, not to mention completely and totally off of work for six full weeks.  I can’t afford that…Hell, I can’t afford the whole week of work I missed as it is…

It’s all going to work out…lesson learned.

The Perfect CL Ad…

I’ve come across another ad on CL that piqued my interest.  It’s what I refer to as a “perfect” ad inviting some lucky gal to come and be a man’s “kept” woman.

The requirements are rigorous…you must be able to travel with this man, be his “eye candy” and eventually the friendship or relationship of sorts could evolve into marriage if both parties are agreeable.

This ad particularly caught my eye because of the offers of the “good life” it proclaimed.  I particularly liked this part: “New Mercedes SKL class, a wardrobe shopping spree and introductions to his circle of friends locally and throughout the US. He expects to also meet your friends/family and would like to put on a gala catered event at his house…home of 4,000 sq ft with pool.”  As far as maintenance of the woman that responds to this ad, she is expected to enjoy:  “Appreciate the upper class comfort lifestyle of having weekly maid services, lawn services and being taken care of through salons of her choice.”

The age bracket for this “position” of “kept” woman is 35-50, which means I’m slightly outside of that brackets.  I did go ahead and send a quick note of introduction.  I liked reading that there was an extensive questionnaire that would be sent and required to be filled out completely.  I love challenges and even though I’m not feeling at the top of my game lately, I could see myself quitting my current job and getting into this type of gig totally and completely…

At least, for a little while…I did hear back from the posting.  There had been an overwhelming response to the final posting and there had been 7 interviews set up for this man.  If for some reason none of those 7 candidates don’t meet the criteria of what is being sought, then I would be contacted and the questionnaire would be sent and exchange of pics.  With so many gals unemployed and not necessarily wanting to become employed…this would be a perfect opportunity for the right gal to put herself out there in what I call a basic business relationship…bargaining with one’s pussy has gone on for thousands of years…why not?????

I liked this ad because it was more or less an ad for a position…a real human resources type ad with that twist that I enjoy.  I’m not saying I would necessarily be happy for very long in a deal like this, but for a few of the finer things in life, I could make myself behave and mold into what someone else wants me to be…if only for a little while…I had to chuckle after reading the ad because I wondered how many women would respond if they knew that basically they would be expected to put out sex in exchange for all that this ad offers.  I am always amused at how many women become incensed when they realize that sex is a huge part of a business deal…a gal has to do what a gal has to do to get where and what she wants out of life.  I have no problem doing what I have to do to get what I want…fitting “love” into the equation, seriously, love can and does happen, but sometimes it just doesn’t “fit” into the whole schedule of things.  I have never had a problem putting out sex for whatever it is I am gearing for…and quite honestly I prefer to keep emotion out of the sexual equation.

The man would have to be one hell of a man for me to ever consider getting married.  I won’t say I will NEVER get married again, the probabilities are simply higher than the average gal that I won’t get married again!!!  Marrying for love is simply not something I’m interested in…marrying for money, sex, Hell yes, where do I sign??????  lol

Anyway, another perfect CL ad!!!

Wednesday…Hump Day

Another windy, but warmer temps today.  After hearing the weather report this morning, I’m changing my work outfit from a skirt to pants…in downtown Tulsa the wind blowing through the buildings can definitely cause a gal to regret wearing a dress or skirt, even the tightest…inevitably, one runs the risk of exposing her whole ample ass!!!!

I don’t want to get chilled either…here lately, I’ve battled the chills while at work…the building temps are still fluctuating between cold and hot…last week I fought keeping warm throughout the work day…I’ve been pretty comfortable this week but I’ve worn warmer clothes…

I keep thinking I’ll wake up and my pain will magically be gone…isn’t that how it’s supposed to go?  I haven’t heard from the doctor’s office on the scheduling of my CT scan, so I’m thinking I may call today.  I’m curious as to blood test results, but I’m sure if there was anything notable, the doctor’s office would have called.  I have decided to cancel my gyno appointment for next week and just have my records completely moved to my internal medicine doctor.  No point in having several doctors when one doctor can do it all.  Besides, having a young, newer doctor is really appealing to me, simply because I’m not one of the “herd” yet.  In other words, this doctor doesn’t have a whole established practice of years of patients she’s been seeing, so I feel like I’ll get better care…I could be all wrong and tripping down the wrong path…but I like how my thought process are going on this.

I am still working on my complaint.  It’s difficult to get it all down when my main attorney expects me to work during the work day.  I have vowed to myself that I need to have the complaint in final form and ready to mail out by this coming Friday.

I slept-in this morning so I’m behind schedule…have a great Wednesday!!!!