Boxes and More Boxes

What is it with me, boxes and surgery? Why do those two things always come up around the same time? When I had surgery last time, around a year and a half ago, I had to go to my dad's to go through some boxes and to clean out my old apartment. It is too funny that I had to go and do the same exact thing this year before another surgery. Both times were situations where I had to go then and there and it couldn't wait. Both times I was about to have surgery and I had to get it done before then because I wouldn't be able to drive for a week.

The other reason it's funny is because I was sure that the box in his extra room wasn't mine. I was really surprised to find it full of old elementary school notebooks and some books. I'm convinced that it was brought out later, after the day I went through all the other boxes.

On a nice note, I found a couple of old books that I hadn't seen in a long time. I would have loved to have kept all those school notebooks but it would have been too much trash. I glanced at my childish writing and remembered the little girl I used to be. I just took the books and I'm going to tell my dad to dump the rest.

So today is my last day before my surgery. I hate surgery. I try to talk it up so I won't feel nervous but the truth is that I am a little nervous. I hate the thought of pain more than anything. YUCK!

I just swept and mopped my kitchen, living room and dining room. Now I'm going to throw some towels in to wash before I take a shower. I want to get some of those things out of the way before I can't move around for a few days.

Last post with the umbilical hernia. Next post will be post hernia. And if you want to see some really gross video of what a hernia surgery looks like go here. I'm warning you though. It was too gross to watch! I had to stop! Especially the day before my own surgery

Umbilical Hernias, Fear of Pain, and Death (it's fear of pain, not fear of death)

I wanted to post a picture of an umbilical hernia but they were just way too gross and I thought this picture of a little kid wearing a harness to hold in his umbilical hernia was better.

Every time I have to say I'm having surgery on my umbilical hernia I just cringe. I hate the way it sounds! I wish I was saying something a lot more exciting like I'm having a tummy tuck or something. But unfortunately I'm not. I'm going under the knife and anaesthesia next Wednesday to have this annoying thing fixed.

What else? Why is it that when you have a deadline like this over your head the days just fly back way faster than any other time ever? I am trying to tie up a bunch of loose ends at work and I need to make sure that I leave everything prepared for when I'm gone. The days are thus flying by like crazy.

And whenever I'm going under the knife and anaesthesia I get this little prick of fear that I'm either going to 1. wake up during surgery and that I'll feel everything or 2. that I won't wake up at all. I don't even know why I have that fear. I went completely under when I had my tonsils taken out when I was in 2nd grade, when I had all my wisdom teeth taken out when I was 16 and most recently when I had my lap band put in. Every time I've reacted well to the anaesthesia and I've woken right up like I was in a deep yummy sleep. So I don't know why I worry.

So Wednesday is the day. If I die know this. I didn't do everything I wanted to do in life but I got a bunch of good stuff done. I can't complain. (my friends hate when I talk about dying) I still didn't take my trip around the world.

But I CAN'T DIE because I'm hopefully going to MIAMI when I get back. YEAH! I have to go for work but I'm going to stay over the weekend like I often do when I'm going for work. I'm totally going to relax. I want to go to a spa so I can have a great massage and I'm going to go to South Beach. Can't wait!

Oh and on one last note my mother-in-law the saint took my kids overnight yesterday and Rey and I had the chance to go get margaritas at the little Mexican restaurant by our house and to be silly together. It was a great feeling. That's all.

P.S. Oh yeah, and Glow in the dark Mars Mud that we bought at the Children's Museum is awesome! It reminds me of that old Slime toy that was around when we were kids.

I Can't Leave and Hernias

I know I said I would be blogging less but then I went and bought this t-shirt and when I thought about what blog I wanted printed on there I wanted this blog . Then I realized that I can't stay away from here and that in reality I need to get away from the other time-sucks in my life and I need to write more. I said a long time ago that I believed that this writing was an exercise and that it makes me a better writer and I believe it. So you're all stuck with me for a while.



What has been happening in my life lately? I have had a whirlwind month starting with March. I have had stuff going on almost every single weekend and some things even in the middle of the week.

In the middle of it all I'm reminded that I'm a mother first and that I have to take care of my kids. I'm also reminded that I have to be more aware of my body and my wellness. I've been told I need surgery and I can't put it off too long. I have an umbilical hernia. Gross, I know! But if you REALLY want to get grossed out go here and see a surgery. And if you want to get grossed out more look at images on google of umbilical hernias. Let me just let you know right now that mine is not that huge and gross, not that you wanted to know any of this at all. Now I've just grossed all of you out on so many levels.


On to other things. So I was going to wash towels today with this little sample bag of "Mexican detergent" that I got from the Sams y Mas people at the Houston Hispanic Chamber of Commerce Luncheon. I had already left it in the washroom on top of the dryer.


Well I go in to the washroom today to pull out some other clothes I washed in Tide and I put those in the dryer. Then I started to get the washer ready for the load of towels. I was just about to rip open the detergent bag when I realized that it was NOT Mexican detergent, but instead it was Gelatin. Yeah, gelatin. Now wouldn't that have been interesting if I had washed a whole load of clothes in gelatin? I just crack myself up sometimes. But seriously, that little bag of green powder looked just like the bags of Mexican detergent they sell at Matamoros!


Speaking of stores. Have you ever been to the store early in the morning? It's weird! I had to go to Walgreens Wednesday morning to get my son some cold medicine. I was already running late to a breakfast meeting. I dropped off my daughter first and then my son and I went over to the Walgreens down the street. We walked in ane the store was empty. It was almost an unnatural feeling to go to the store so early in the morning. That's not when I'm used to going to the store. I always go after work or during lunch. There wasn't even anywhere around to ask for help because all there was was the one cashier. It seems like people don't even work at stores that early in the morning.

Today, Thursday, I had to stay home with as sick son. The cold medicine I bought him didn't help much. He's been congested all day. I just hope he's better tomorrow. More later.