Whoa! I have a new bed!

So Sam and I went to the Dr. to tell him I wanted to have surgery and take this thing out of me. He asked me when I would like to have it done. I said, "Yesterday." (You all know I'm a patient person.) He agreed. I moved into the hospital the next night and stayed for a week. (Thus the 'I have a new bed' remark.)

They just went in the c-section scar and took out the "mass". It was just some lost endometriosis. I don't know how it got there but things are good. There are enough people here at my house helping me out that I won't have to lift anything and that is the big thing.

Now that you have heard all my medical excitement let me say one other thing. I learned in the hospital how much I appriciate dishnetwork. I hated the hospital's cable. I couldn't tell what was going to come on, when or if my shows were going to happen, if there was any reason but the news to stay up, and even what channels they had. I will never leave dishnetwork again.

I am back in my own bed now and happy to be there, though I have to say that the hospital beds are comfortable to hold my owie in place and my bed isn't built that way. Still, mine has a better teddy bear.